How can I leave |
You can get in my box. |
Nothing says goodbye like a bullet. No back talk. No awkward silence. |
Measure your heart by the size of your gun. |
I'm cute, crippled, and cocky. |
That's going to keep you from getting up? I have an axe in my head! You get up. |
I've gotten some meat in me. |
I'm seriously crazed in a homacidal way, but murder wouldn't really change anything...unless I killed myself. |
Walls...for more than just keeping things in. |
When you're living a lie, you don't have to say them. |