It was the best of times and the worst of times.
I finally noticed something:
I could be as good as the fucking pope
and I'd still be treated like I was Satan.
So this is why I don't try anymore, you know?
I mean, why should I?
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Over The Ledge
Poesia"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
