let's make this easy, kick me in the guts
i don't need them anymore, i've got the gun
my life's left no room for simple things
like plans and hotels and fun
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Puisii won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
these could be song lyrics if i could be bothered writing chords
let's make this easy, kick me in the guts
i don't need them anymore, i've got the gun
my life's left no room for simple things
like plans and hotels and fun
