Exit By Name Class One
Testing, who I am, wasting what I planned
They corporate my ideas, to fellate all my peers
My reasons are 1
My keepsakes are none
Class 1.
We've loved the, the time we've done
Class 1.
We've lived a life that's gone
Listless, every one. A fist with, skin undone
Its tragic I'd even hurt, worse that my tears jerked
Reasons:1
Keepsakes:0
Class 1.
Don't talk of good memories, don't mention me weakly
I'm sorry you're helpless and im sorry that it's selfish
Class 1.
Local boy, made it good, made a patch of ground and stood
They corperated his ideas, to fellate all of his peers
HIS reasons we're f..ckin one, HIS keepsakes we're f..ckin none
His reasons we're f..ckin one
And they're cheapskates…
