måndag 28 december 2009

Dad

How can you live with yourself?
How come you got your health?
Why don't you mind your own self?
I hope you burn in hell
I hope you burn in hell
I hope you burn in hell

You speak of things that I do
Of which you don't have a clue
Wish I could tell it to you
how much I dislike you
how much I hate what you do
how much I really hate you

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