Love it or hate it.
This poem is about throwing
trash ass meth away
It's called 11:59
I feel the wind....
Come and pass me by,
Always shiverin around you.
I'm alone.
Like a candle in the wind
I'll go out again.
And all of this time,
I would lie again.
Go get high again.
And all of my regret.
It surfaces again.
Never could I win.
Well fearless I became.
I threw you away.
11:59 the
clock said.
Fearless I became.
I threw you away
11:59
I remember you....
The way you used to taste
Always drownin out everything.
Pain came around.
With us she would take.
Almost everything.
And all of this time.
I would lie again,
Go get high again.
Then all of my regret.
Surfaces again.
Never could I win.
Well fearless I became.
I threw you away
11:59 the clock said.
So fearless I became.
To throw you away
11:59 the clock said.
This poem is about throwing
trash ass meth away
It's called 11:59
I feel the wind....
Come and pass me by,
Always shiverin around you.
I'm alone.
Like a candle in the wind
I'll go out again.
And all of this time,
I would lie again.
Go get high again.
And all of my regret.
It surfaces again.
Never could I win.
Well fearless I became.
I threw you away.
11:59 the
clock said.
Fearless I became.
I threw you away
11:59
I remember you....
The way you used to taste
Always drownin out everything.
Pain came around.
With us she would take.
Almost everything.
And all of this time.
I would lie again,
Go get high again.
Then all of my regret.
Surfaces again.
Never could I win.
Well fearless I became.
I threw you away
11:59 the clock said.
So fearless I became.
To throw you away
11:59 the clock said.
