4herlove

I fu**in swear that i care but it's hard when you stare, Into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare. Oh my desolate soul, in my desolate home, it's my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone. I can't think of a reason to get the fu** outta bed, Curtain closed, lights are off am i alive or dead? I haven't shaved in a week,I always slur when i speak. Tolerance at it's peak, another fifth just to sleep. Oh woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love. And hoes you see, hoes you see, I'm just in a rut. And I swear baby I'm trying, please baby don't leave, Goddamn im a fu** up, but I guess that's just me. So i sit in my room, and cry in my bed, Thinkin' about all the shit that made me wrong in the head. I keep tryin' to climb, but it seems so steep, pour me a fu**in whiskey go back to sleep...Bitch -------------------------------------------------------------- De armis dehumanization productionem Ad utilitatem populo aut deleta Sit potentia, legem terrae Mortem viventes morietur propria manu Non ilium nostri vitae si conveniret, Dictando reprobo normas system De armis dehumanization productionem Festinare ad gentem evertere Sit potentia, legem terrae Mortem viventes morietur propria manu Non ilium nostri vitae si conveniret, Dictando reprobo normas system De armis dehumanization productionem Festinare ad gentem evertere Sit potentia, legem terrae Mortem viventes morietur propria manu Non ilium nostri vitae si conveniret, Dictando reprobo normas system De armis dehumanization productionem Festinare ad hoc gentis excidium It's eligeres tuo arbitrio, quae vultis, quae vultis, Pax aut exinanitio