Dear Mr.. Your name here. Don't think we'll forget. How you managed to. Be so full of shit. . It's just another day in L.A.. Just another day, so I'll say.
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Just get off, fuckers. . You'll find in the mind of a throat that's sore. The beauty of horror. Misunderstood by those who fear her. If you listen you will hear.
I was born like this with hips like this. Lips like this and wrists like this. Legs like this and arms like this. A fist like this to hit you with, now.
With a heavy heart somebody said. Let's go our separate ways. Our relationship is strained. In this the vital stage. . There is a lack of confidence. And you can feel our stress.
Pretty girls they make friends. Fake smiles that don't offend. It's not hard to play pretend. Then again, then again. . Ugly girls make enemies. Just go ask the name.
I see her coming filled in her disease. Don't bother runnin', she sees me. Her smile is thick, so sick there ain't no cure. I never wanna be just like her, no.