tirsdag den 3. maj 2011


Aim a gun at me,
and I would be falling,
but my mind,
would still be crawling.

You can kill me,
but not my soul,
Mine is white and shiny,
but your mind is black like coal.

Treat my body like shit.
while my soul to heaven goes.
if you don't come with me,
well that just blows.

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