And they say, she's in the class A-team, stuck in her day dream, been this way since eighteen, but lately
HER FACE SEEMS SLOWLY SINKING, «
|||||||||+ WASTING. CRUMBLING LIKE PASTRIES
AND THEY SCREAM THE WORST THINGS
In life come free to us, cause we're just under the uper hand.
AND GO MAD FOR A COUPLE GRAMS +
AND SHE DON'T WANNA GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT