The chains that hold me to my body

I try to cut with the silver hope that I might be free

With hope that when the moon shines

That ill be dead, youll see.

Don’t say youll miss me

Im not blind to your lie

See we no longer have to coincide

Ill laugh on the way out


And tell the devil you said ‘hi’ 

  • :

    i was sitting in study hall and the sadistic bitch in me was coming out. 



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