Friday, June 29, 2012

Who fuck do you think it's for

Don't go around telling people when you first meet them about some guoy an abortion and some stalker you might have them thunkin yurmoma shoulda. Had1'mgonna knocku out momma said knock u out I'm gonna knock u out bring the beat back one more time
And for that you really suck this time and it's all your fault there's dust on my guitar you fuck
AND iTs ALL YoUR FUCKING CHOICE
Squished my heart like a fart
I'll never hurt again
I've put my wall up
Once and for all up
Guarded and not to be let down
It's all my fault I made the choice
To make the stupid first move
That's ok
YOU STEPPED ON CUPID
YOU MADE HIM GO AWAY
You're sooo vain
You probably think I'd
Get up and stalk you
Why should I when I can sit @
Home spout about you
I bought you those things as gesture of friendship because I WANTED TO AS A PERSON WHO SAW ANOTHER PERSON HURTING.


remember you suck about as much as I do...

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