"and there's a lake, at the bottom you'll find all my friends they don't swim cause they're all dead; we never are what we intend, or invent. cause i make little lies and then i pull them apart, think somethin darks livin down in my heart.and if i wanted to die before i got old i should have strted some years ago diggin that hole. well i carry this box to the proper place and when i lower it down i let you fade away, i hope that you would do this for me, well i'd serve you drugs on a silver plate if i thought it would help you get away, i hope that you would do this for me. a deer that a hunter shot in the heart some dogs that got hit by cars all came to spill their guts, and we spoke about the father son and holy ghost and whish psalms we had loved the most, and then we all turned to dirt and dust. some men die under a mountain just lookin gold, some die lookin for a hand to hold. "

Ⓐ ♥ 18, OG, bad ass, livin the high life.
> having someone to come home to, snuggles, menthols, laughing, drivin around, movies, family, drug free.
< lies, not trusting people, rain, bad weather, over rated shit, know it alls, ugly tumblrs, the human race, you.