May I Question Your Sincerity
You speak the parlance of the fool,
I see Satan sitting firmly on both
Your shoulders,
I have no right per se,
To state; anything,
Yet I find myself unable,
To shut my gob,
To not care,
About my life,
Here.
You speak the parlance of the fool,
I see Satan sitting firmly on both
Your shoulders,
I have no right per se,
To state; anything,
Yet I find myself unable,
To shut my gob,
To not care,
About my life,
Here.