bitches
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Can’t we find love in our selves
Without worrying what others
Think about us?
We are told that there
Is always an enemy amongst us,
But they never for once said it will be yourself.
Sit downI know you hate my nameYou call it edgyI call it pittyTired of your shitHe tries to tell youAll his feelingsMust say that's harder than you sayYes you speak spanish
These bloated
airheads pumping
their skulls
with fucking
bullshit Your
life is
a lie
While they worshipped Kardashians in high school
I was in honors society before it was cool
Flowers made for war.
A bullet for my sweetheart.
I do kind things,
These wonderful sweet things,
But I want to see you bleed.
Arousal from your torment,
And a smile for your pain.
Let me ride off into the sunset
like a cowboy
with a bottle of jack
my guns
and the sunsetting
you want me to fight for you?
you want me to call you non-stop?
Girl you know how I feel
