Disgusting critter, it must We should have known better then to trust This disease infested ball of lust and carnage Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth”
I still wonder if you ever get the same feeling that I get when we don’t talk for a long time... Sometimes I over think and think that you’re mad at me or you’re avoiding me and I go crazy trying to think why we haven’t been talking. Then I wonder if I should send you a message or something and come up with something to talk about... I guess you can say I miss talking to you , hearing you .. The point is , I miss you .