December
Tuesday 11 March 2008 photo 2/2
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Come on down, and see the idiot right here Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care What's the matter with calamity anyway? Right? Get the fuck outta my face Understand that I can't feel anything It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay I feel like a wound, like I got a fucking Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead Everybody hates me now, so fuck it Blood's on my face and my hands, and I don't know why I'm not afraid to cry, but thats none of your business Whose life is it? Get it, see it, feel it, eat it Spin it around so I can spit in its face I wanna leave without a trace 'Cause I dont wanna die in this place
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