Stop, think.
I’m sick of the “I don’t knows.” And your immature innuendoes. Don’t make me say “act your age.” Because you live life on stage. You try and be cool in front of your “friends.” But will you be happy in the end? If you continue to live this way. No one will ever stay. Who do you think will put up with it? The light on your secrets will be lit. Then the wall you have built around you will come crashing down. And everyone will know that you’re simply a clown. So that wall you have erected. Stop now, so you can correct it. For the lies that come out of your mouth. Are leading you south. A place that you don’t want to stay. No matter what you say. I don’t want to deal with your attitude. So I’m on the next train dude. Just think about your actions before it’s too late. Because I know what will be your fate. If you continue to pretend Too soon, your life will end. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 02:14 PM PST 10 • 0
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