fuck joseph-gordon levitt
he bites his tongue
swallows his pride
hides his pain
deep inside
but to what end, does he befriend this sorrow?
If only to hold on,
'til tomorrow
"Can I borrow a feeling,
can you lend me a jar of love"
So sad,
Milhouse's dad.
At one time it was a joke.
Thoughts I had,
Dreams good or bad,
Swallowed before their spoke.
Smoke when sad
Drink when mad
If I keep this up I'm going to choke.
Sing a song
Nothings wrong
Throat's to dry to hit the bong
SHUT UP SHUT UP AND TAKE A GRAVOL
Smoke a bowl and go to sleep
why bother talking
talk is cheap
just lay down and go to sleep
not mean
not bad
not being a creep
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