.... To Blame

Rating: 3.5

oh! my conscious
i'm being, being use
i have let my guard
down gutter for a few
i found myself burning
on my own caring

hmmm... it won't long
i get up, turn this bong
i can spin it around
like those funny clown
but i have to heal one
more time, i swear, it's mine

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