Something something Very very bleak Ill tides are always Waiting at the beaches Of our days Or so it seems Through my pessimistic haze Some find succor in the past All I can do is laugh There must be a silver lining Somewhere around here Isn't there always.
Will my claims Sway you I don't think they will Would more certainty In my voice do the trick If you couldn't see my eyes Would this be easier Don't know why I bother Except that I don't want You to suffer.
Victims tomorrow the problem with removing a body from the throne is that the chair is still there waiting for another *** get rid of both they'll just stand on the table.