It seems that nobody cares to hate
When you act rude feeling sorry too late
Just maybe you'd need a criable rag
But I'm starting to think you'd be better in the body bag
You feel obviously no shame to insult
But other's feelings aren't a playground for adults
Your changes of moods are creations of your insane head
I'd like to do away with you telling you're better off dead
Selite:
Vihasta nousee päivä uusi. Kenties vielä joskus.
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