Ink Dot Boy A Nightmare
This is not a question,
This is not a phase,
The more that my suggestions…the more that they will erase,
It finally happened, it finally proved,
The stars are hanging linger, with lazy attitudes.
We could be love, we could hate, we could be photographs,
We could be all, we could be none, we could be epitaphs.
You are my greatest song,
You are my greatest song,
