To simple life.
To simple life.
One that amounts to.
The stray of the yard that lay in the road.
Rest in tragedy that some may believe.
Yet they stand staring.
Their grin crawls slowly until their relieve.
To simple life.
One thats takes from.
A small feeling left.
Can't they hear it.
Distrust makes not a sound.
For it was never lit.
To simple life.
One that makes sense.
Chaos used to show.
Over used takes the the stand of him.
The craze left on their stone.
Representment is only grim.
To tragedy.
This event that evokes grief.
The words of the world make less sense.
His words only over use the emotion.
Lack of these can not be sensed.
Since they are cut off.
To simple life.
One that amounts to.
The stray of the yard that lay in the road.
Rest in tragedy that some may believe.
Yet they stand staring.
Their grin crawls slowly until their relieve.
To simple life.
One thats takes from.
A small feeling left.
Can't they hear it.
Distrust makes not a sound.
For it was never lit.
To simple life.
One that makes sense.
Chaos used to show.
Over used takes the the stand of him.
The craze left on their stone.
Representment is only grim.
To tragedy.
This event that evokes grief.
The words of the world make less sense.
His words only over use the emotion.
Lack of these can not be sensed.
Since they are cut off.
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Love ya, babe.