But I dont know, am I gone tomorrow?
Wither too? Whither where?
My life, like a desert; is bare.
For a Baby, love doth is
But that baby I doth miss
And when that is, what do I do, where do I go.

I'll wander miles, I'll claw through snow
I'll loose my mind, you must know
I'll loose my life, it better go
For having it, is worth 'O'
But how, but where,
Tell me Death, where art thou?
Why would you give me a miss
And take whats worth eternal bliss.
Come back. Come back.
For once forgiven
Never again.
1 comment:
Bad taste.. who in their right mind would take such a picture?
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