Glazing over the cross-hairs on my arm
displaying the sadist mission to
turn away from all
my fears
by turning potential
into wrong.
i hope she don\\\'t find it.
really wish she wouldn\\\'t
eat with her mouth full.
really hope she don\\\'t come back
for Christmas
on my own.
this ain\\\'t no season
of good sh*it and comfort.
of welfare and sh*it.
really hope she don\\\'t find it.
fjukckkijhjhgng hope she don\\\'t come back.
