but he never came through with the cash
so i’ll commit suicide
and throw the idea out the window
by strangling myself
until the whites of my eyes turn red
(not from the blood, but the embarrassment)
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| i held my soul for ransom but he never came through with the cash so i’ll commit suicide and throw the idea out the window by strangling myself until the whites of my eyes turn red (not from the blood, but the embarrassment) |
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