10 июня 2012 года в10.06.2012 21:03 6 0 10 1

roll me over slowly

stick a knife inside me,

and twist it all around.

grab my fingers gently

slam them in a doorway

put my face into the ground.

murder my own mother

and take her off to somewhere

like hell or up above.

change my friends to enemies,

and show me how it's all my fault.

walk right up and bite me

grab ahold of me and fight me

leave me dying on the ground.

split my mouth wide open and

cover up my ears,

and never let me hear a sound.

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