Who are we, we are who, I don't want to be you, want to be who? Take this all back from the blind side of my pillow tonight, it's not alright to commit this crime of a widowed cry, shake me from this tree, their all over me. Crawling near my right eye, tell me who and woo me. Slap me! Shit go on and bite me! You can't break this glaze, I won't summit I refuse to look in side of you. This is not me, I in see you..
no, no, no. No; never go back, ugly as me, I rather stare at you.. Wan't to be who? I don't want to be you, We are who, Who are we. Oh dear I fear. Aug 12, 2013