Group Banter Race to a million

Don't think I could read it out.

But you can read it


Down the road and across the street
Is the door to a house that calls to my feet
The windows I hoped to look out of one day
Smashed like my heart, with the mess swept away


I walk around lost, amongst the graffiti
And imagine a life that will never be
Like watching the paint peel off of the walls
And the romantic words we'd share in the halls
I die in the thought of the words never formed
Form the mouth of our child that was never born
And I walk out the building lost to time
Away from a home that will never be mine
She went down to lake tocoma
She gave a man a boner
He looked the ladies right into their eyes
He was a reeling
He's 9 inch peen he weren't concelaing
Now he works at burger king making fries
Anything of these tales?
 

Trending content

Back
Top