Death on two legs, you’ve never had a heart of your own.
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry.. you’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass, goodbye.
Feel good are you satisfied? Do you feel like suicide? (I think you should) Is your conscience all right? Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good?
You talk like a big business tycoon. You’re just a hot air balloon.. so no one gives you a damn. You’re just an overgrown schoolboy, let me tan your hide. A dog with disease.
Mister know-all
Death on two legs, you’ve never had a heart (You never did, right from the start) of your own.
Insane, you should be put inside
you’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride.
On June 28 2010
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