Doomed
I hear a constant knocking on my door.
My windows are black.
In the background all that i hear is a click-clack.
Like a gun bein cocked my mind is blocked.
I dont kno wat to do i feel like my life is,
THROUGH
My windows are black.
In the background all that i hear is a click-clack.
Like a gun bein cocked my mind is blocked.
I dont kno wat to do i feel like my life is,
THROUGH
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