Boys
By Riverette
Think with your dick, you, selfish inconsiderate bastard Because that’s all you’re good for anyway I don’t need you or your childish make-me-cry mind games Hurt me one more time, you don’t wanna see the price you’ll pay Kiss my ass, bite me jerk, go straight to hell And make sure to wipe your shoes on the way out Leave my heart a sopping wet muddy-ass mess Please don’t turn ‘round to see me fighting not to pout I don’t want you to see me like this I don’t want to be, like this Tell me what to do Tell me what to see Tell me why you’re a dick to me I don’t want to be associated with your kind >From this moment on, you’re in my life no more So pack your clothes and leave my life forever Take all you shit, and go out my fucking door! GOOD BYE Written August 21st, 2001 © on Jan 05 2002 04:46 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Think with your dick, you, selfish inconsiderate bastard..."