Under the burden of my most horrible dues, I eat at myself for being such a goon. I think on how I ruined my life, from leaving home and killing my wife. I slump around every day. And the smoke that hazes through my heart, is going to make me crack again someday.
Jason Burmeister
Under the force that keeps me alive
Under the help of my family
Under the courage that pushes me everyday
Under the bravery that pushes me away
I am me.
Amanda
I stood there under that ugly gray sky, the crows fly by polluting the view. Flying rats is what they should be called. They stare right into your soul with their angry yellow eyes, unphased by your presence.
sturmzie
When I first got my timber wolf as a puppy, he would crawl under my coffee table. As he grew, he would still insist on crawling under, until he grew so much that he couldn’t.
The sinking feeling takes me under. Under the Earth; under reality. Where my creativity escapes into the world and fire burns dark, cool. The bleeding is not torture, but expression. Put me under, Doc.
you are under the ground. ohh burn.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Under the burden of my most horrible dues, I eat at myself for being such a goon. I think on how I ruined my life, from leaving home and killing my wife. I slump around every day. And the smoke that hazes through my heart, is going to make me crack again someday.
Under the force that keeps me alive
Under the help of my family
Under the courage that pushes me everyday
Under the bravery that pushes me away
I am me.
I stood there under that ugly gray sky, the crows fly by polluting the view. Flying rats is what they should be called. They stare right into your soul with their angry yellow eyes, unphased by your presence.
When I first got my timber wolf as a puppy, he would crawl under my coffee table. As he grew, he would still insist on crawling under, until he grew so much that he couldn’t.
im under a tree im under the train
The sinking feeling takes me under. Under the Earth; under reality. Where my creativity escapes into the world and fire burns dark, cool. The bleeding is not torture, but expression. Put me under, Doc.
I will clean under my bed.
you are under the ground. ohh burn.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cecil lives under tha bridge
cecil morrow lives under the bridge.