Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck all the lies! Fuck everything we do! Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck all the games we play! Fuck the truth! Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck the hunger! Fuck those who haven't a clue! Whats the fucking point in living anymore? In the house of mirrors we take a fucking fall Shit, everyone wants to know whats happened in your life To give you such pain, such strife And the one thing you fucking for sure is once he walks out that door He won't be turning back You're so fucking weary from his attack You shuld be sad, or angry, or bitter But even though he hit her You don't fel the pain no more Though he calls you a bitch, and his little white whore You're better without him You've lost everything though you'll win Just one thing comes through Something i must tell you- Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck the pain! Fuck everything he did to you! Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck the times he got to your heart! Fuck the lies you thought were true! Fuck me! Fuck you! FUCK ME!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK ME!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!! F-U-C-K--M-E-!-!-!-!-!Birth sign: Virgo
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