Another F again I fret. Another cocky hypocrite. Another dirty look from a passerby. . Kiddy porn and lunatics. All the things that make me sick. Another suicide from a sad rock star.
Another F again I fret. Another cocky hypocrite. Another dirty look from a passerby. . Kiddy porn and lunatics. All the things that make me sick. Another suicide from a sad rock star.
"Do it again", she said to me. So I nailed my hand to the baseboard floor. Hysterically, laughing at me. She begged the question and I begged for more.
I don't think that I want to die. And for this I need a reason why. When you humans act so funny. And I need to fill my tummy. . I tried, I lied. . I don't feel like a man today.