Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Good writing man
I can't even critique this cause every lines onpoint.
is this what you really feel inside? 4 sum reason i doubt it..., and then other depressin thought is tell'in me your bein real
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)