02-20-2014, 02:41 AM
It's been a mere twenty minutes on this slow and painful day,
While the clock undwinds torture, and fails to fade away.
Surrounded by food, but not in the mood--
My pocket's starving too, you see
Until I learn a skilled trade
Exchanging blood for gasoline
While the clock undwinds torture, and fails to fade away.
Surrounded by food, but not in the mood--
My pocket's starving too, you see
Until I learn a skilled trade
Exchanging blood for gasoline
*Warning: blatant tomfoolery above this line