you say that i'm just a stupid fag your attitude makes me want you in a body bag just because i get so much your bitchiness is a minus at such youre 30 i'll be nineteen the likes of which you've never seen now, later or before everything you say to me makes me go a little further off the edge, and i will have to break i can't even really try to pray cause i'm just that close to the edge, i will have to break i find my answers are less than clear wish i could fly and disappear much as i try to do for you like an old woman who lives in a shoe neither of us forget a thing over and over again now, later or before everything you say to me makes me go a little bit further off the edge, i will have to break don't even really want to pray cause i'm just the close to the edge, and i'm about toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... break shut up shut up when i'm talking to you shut up (repeat chorus) and i'm going to.......... break! (and when we leave, fuck you)
Reason for writing:
the dena nororian version of "one step closer" and right to my sister, homophobic ignorant bitch.
Birth sign: Aries
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