Lifes a bitch and so are you.
Who the hell do you think you are? My mother? When she tells me to fuck off, she says it with love. When you say it, its dripping poison that paralyzes my heart like a nasty bite from a python. You think you can control me change me to be what you want by screaming filth at me? Do you realize that your words do nothing more than make me want to do exactly what it is that you dont want me to? Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 07:53 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Who the hell do you think you are?..."