As i step in front of the room with my red fender my bros pull out there instruments I step up to the mic everone screams already im 16 What? I clear my voice i scream FUCKERS!!!!!! that moment we started to play really fast the drums were loudest next to my drunk as guitar notes im screaming you thought that we would rock its never good when hes to drunk he wont even play the whole fuckin song but its ok cuz theres still more beer toward the end pepole have there middle fingers high and the mosh pit has broke out and we sound most likely like a crashing band WE suck You suck Fuck you Fuckers ! ! ! its over everbodys not even sober Its 3 am and everbodys telling me to shut up i pick my guitar and scream nothing making my voice tone to a low pitch as i sceam louder the cracks make the speakers distort and they rant shut the fuck up and i scream louder playing anything what have i done ? we are a crashing band
Reason for writing:
Fuck im bored !
Birth sign: Aries
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