md paper frl doesnt bleed through

die alone, eyes atone
weep n flow, crush my bones
baby u can touch my soul
rollin cones, i live in dro,.
aching like its 2012,
only doves n wicca know
aching, livings turned to hell
flick a match, im acetone,.

when u call js know itll be dial tones
i cant recognize myself think my fate is sold