You ever wish upon a star,
That someone you hate would die in a car.
A big fiery Wreck,with flames ten feet tall.
They've run smack dab-right into the wall.
They'd get trapped inside and start to shout.
Help me, Help me, I can't get out!!!!!!!!
If the flames don't get them,then the smoke
surely will.
They are dead and gone, now how do you feel?
I can't help but think and smile when I do.
That person I hate is over their through.
I guess it's a good thing,
I don't hate you!!!!!!
he he hehehhe
12-19-06 DME
