Snowball
Whisky or any other drink
Help me not to wish for
A bullet on my head
When i walk these streets
Like horses in an infinite jockey race
Little utopian podiums for all the damage
Being drunk is what i have chosen
To live the darkest time
One more bottle and laught
I need at least an anesthetic
Tomorrow more news
And the same ritual
I don't wanna be here to see the last
Human works.
Por el momento, a nadie le gusta este artículo
Publicado el: 2024-02-12 00:00:00 por panzas
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