Living life
Don't you cry
My life
Pain is god
Many nights
Painful thoughts occur
You yell at me, again I'm wrong In denial
I tried to be your friend
I tried to be
A good boy
All I see
A hate deep inside
Startle me
Someone save me All these memories
Kill my heart
They bury me All I want to do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I beat and stab and fuck her) Looking back
I was never ever right
You were my step mom
Who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I'd say, "Hello"
But you'd slap me
And you'd make some fucked-up comment about my clothes
But I tried to let it pass
But the visions in my head were of you
With a knife up your ass laying dead
So I popped some more caps in your ass
Now your son is not so fun
Motherfucking bitch never try to play me You make my life
Not so All I want to do
Is kill you Wish! You! Were dead! Now! How
I know
How can I cry over someone I never loved Never loved.
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