Tuesday, July 12, 2011

BB. 4

Held together by the love of pain, all he ever wanted to believe in was another side he had restrained.. Thoughts to be a reason, might he ever want to blame.. 10 east to Louisiana, inspirational lane beatin' down this very name.. As the sun drops behind his left shoulder, that gun he cocks doesn't remind him, only cuz he's sober.. Checkin' in Lake Charles, pourin' out till this night is over..

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