And I thought the dissapointment of this weekend was over. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all.
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby
panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time
where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth
I stuttered replacing your face to those words
where and when would I kill her?
I'll wish on
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