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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Here come broken bones Where's your sticks and stones? Words you used to hurt me Something you should know Cannot take no more Time to settle scores Filled with rage and fury Blood I'm looking for Hypocrisy from jealousy Hypocrisy from jealousy Lies you spit are harmless to me Your spite, your greed, your envy Why do you stoop so low? Am I the last to know? Where's your big mouth now? Hope your're fucking proud Do you like your bruises? Now you make no sound Is your lesson learned? Now the tables turn What were you intentions? To hell with you now BURN! Hypocrisy from jealousy Hypocrisy from jealousy Lies you spit are harmless to me Your spite, your greed, your envy Why do you stoop so low? Am I the last to know? Self-destructed @ 12:00 AM |
Is there a need for this?  I'm Rodrick. My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives He carries them all over the town at least he tries, Oh look it stopped snowing My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard. But they caught him with his case in that public place That is what we had feared He severed segments secretly like that He always took the time to speak with me I liked him for that. That's Roland. What's more to wish for? Everyone knows what I want. Amanda Avertion Huayang Konstance Tessa May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 January 2010 x b i l l ! |