(hoobastank "crawling in the dark) music looking up at the glass ceiling over my head i'll never get to move up until the day i'm dead and i know that i will never get to advance unless i put out and relax on sex harassment my stance how do i go on without using my sex i've been fucking all around, trying to go on how do i make plans without getting self-decked i've been fucking to go on, trying to go on i don't want to know what the others in here think of my problems they don't really care if i live or die then when things go wrong and when things go foul they will wish they got to see the chance to disembowl me (chorus) so how much longer can i live this charade(live this charade) how much longer till this ceiling breaks cause it seems that no one believes you but i know i do i know i do why these things go on why can't i stop them (chorus) music to stop
Reason for writing:
it isn't a nasty poem. just something to think about.
Birth sign: Aries
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