Monday 26 January 2009
Friday 9 January 2009
Darlin' im filled with moths
Darlin' Im filled with tonnes of filthy moths,
that rub till i itch
Im scaled by tiny mouths,
that sink their tiny teeth into my lungs
Darlin' i am old i'm desolate and worn,
-but you are still fresh,
tell me you believe me,
I am not worth the earth you tread with your feet.
that rub till i itch
Im scaled by tiny mouths,
that sink their tiny teeth into my lungs
Darlin' i am old i'm desolate and worn,
-but you are still fresh,
tell me you believe me,
I am not worth the earth you tread with your feet.
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