chapter 4

Yet Oh would you even give a damn about what you done wrong'for it
is puzzling that you would puzzle me to drive off like some leaf who never
held a loaf of water. You think that I am not fore strong. You think I can do
not wrong. But everything.

Kill your love.
Kill your love.
Inane is the corrupt in the eyes
of what is lost. I never saw it coming.
There was a desert of forlorn goods
I wish I left far four soon.


And would give a moment
a tis of despair did you even care
for it was all a notice that you were not even there
and if you could me the chance of hair
but will never care.
You never will care and I will be struck now
on last text sent.


You can gaze you want.
Fore short with those ugly green eyes you wish
you are a Muslim fucking bitch.
I wish I never said anything.
But would even notice if I never cared
if I jumped into the alternate timeline
where I never said anything for your bitch is a lost
and I never damn because I killed you when everything was lost.


Dead head in the moss.

Modeled after this song.