I hate your fucking boyfriend
I wish that he was dead
I
No more episodes to get me to this Sunday their
This disease will make your heart explode,
Melt your teeth
Ok, let's see, I guess that I'll be brief
It seems
I hate your fucking boyfriend
I wish that he was dead
I
Twenty-two-year-old in a convertible
Driving fast he hit a cat and
Killed
Tonight my dear we need a sacrifice
Your lips won't satisfy
It's the dawn of the dead
I think you heard me
Take off your skin and dance with me
cut out
You never talk to me
She never talks to me
What the
She picks out the ones with the biggest heads
Grabs their
This is the worst of wounds.
My soul blisters like
FIRST VERSE)
15 minutes is much too generous for a
If I'm not mistaken I've murdered you twice before my
It’s getting colder
I often wonder how much longer
I
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