Cold blooded murderer

by Libby   Jul 12, 2006


How do you prepare for battle, if you have no weapon?
Stabbing in the back and too much betrayal is what you feed off of. Maybe it's time, for you to go, because when you left me you tore me apart, you snatched me up & spat me out. I won't stand for anymore, good old revenge, your a killer... cold blood murderer.

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