There’s a lake.
And at the bottom you’ll find all my friends.
They don’t swim cause they’re all dead.
We never are what we intend, or invent
‘Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart.
Think something dark’s living down in my heart.
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should’ve started some years ago digging that hole.
Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away.
I hope that you would do this for me.
I need a part 2 to this
someone get the fuck over here and let me be cute with you. 😒
What doesn’t kill you will probably try again.
Composed by Mozart at 7 or 8 years of age, recently identified in Austria.
What about this dont you understand?