quinta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2013

Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say so much crap coming out it must take you all day There's a space kept in hell with your name on the seat With a spike in the chair just to make it complete When you look at yourself do you see what I see If you do why the fuck are you looking at me!!

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