rolling along till someone drops into my way occupied with my own dragons i have to slay crashing down to earth poisoned by those who use their thorns stabbed in the back but i'll bounce back with my horns in front and pointed out, i'm poised to not be mixed up, thats one plan i had to nix i'm waiting for myself to fall apart, to know that i hate to lie but its defense, i don't believe in owning up and succumbing to the poison that lives within trying to be heard above this din, the noise white noise and black noise heard by lots of boys call me pathetic and call me trite i'll continue to fuck with your head out of spite and your own poison is ingested by you, as you turn blue gay fantasy number one just came true but we can't handle the backstabbing and thing of that sort attacked i am left alone to retort welcome to the world, baby girl! it blows!! and thats the way the poisonous river flows call me(i will) and then i realize i've been through this before(and i'll go through it again)in king-size.Birth sign: Aries
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