nine inch nails on the radio smashing pumpkins on tape i think of my boo's neck more specifically,the nape tired and thirsy tired and horny this might sound a little corny but i can think about a drink im tired and sleepy and feeling creepy someone is pulling my created strings trying not to have any slings or any flings with any kings no matter who they bring a queen or how she sings so im trying not to stand on a pine someones playing with my mind she laughs he laughes and somehow i cant see how you would love a goof like me eveyone is screwing with me and i can barely breathe and with the help of what i have seen i silently seethe i stand on weak knees damn,im in a bind because what i saw and drunk is playing with my mind i cant wait till i get home why, i don't know cause im looking for something to do and lawns to mow fear comes up and takes a hold cause you had to be so bold now i have to fold and now its my stash that i have to find i still haven't learned it's playing with my mindBirth sign: Aries
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