Die, motherfucker die
I want to see you cry
And then I'll watch you die
I want to hurt you, torture and desert you
Take a hot poker and stick it where the Sun don't shine..then watch you die
Cause I, I'm having a bad day
So get out of my way
Or you will pay and you'll pay with your Life
I, I'm having a bad day
So what else can I say
I just wanna kill and be killed just the Same
Cause my day sucks ass
Die, motherfucker die
I'll burn out both your eyes
And fill the sockets full of lye
I'll carve out your skull and turn into a
Bowl that I'll eat cereal with while I Watch the Flinstones
And I, I'll do it with a smile
So get out of my way
Or you will pay and you'll pay with your Life
I, I'm having a bad day
So what else can I say
I just want to kill and be killed just the Same
Cause my day sucks ass
I don't want to work
I don't want to pay bills
And I don't want to grow old
And I don't want to be poor
I don't want to drive in traffic
I don't want to deal with dating
I don't want to stand in line
I don't want to pay any taxes
Die, motherfucker die
Why won't you just die?
And get out of my life
I want to move to some deserted desert island where
I will live up coconuts and
everything will be fine all of the time
Cause I, I'm having a bad day
So get out of my way
Or you will pay and you will pay with your life
I, I'm having a bad day
So what else can I say
I just want to kill and be killed just the same
Cause my day sucks ass
De Get Set Go
No sabéis qué dos días me esperan. Estoy dudando si suicidarme de forma rápida y casi indolora, o dejarme morir cruelmente de sueño, hambre y agotamiento mental.
Forgiven Princess
4 comentarios:
Yo prefiero que no te suicidés, pero si no me queda otra que elegir, opto por la indolora.
BESOS
Venía a darte un besote fuerte, llevas días sin actualizar y estaba preocupado.
Por cierto, 48 horas se pasan rápido, luego tienes toda una vida.
MIGUEL
Stanley:
Gracias ^^
Al final no me suicidé,porque no tenía ánimos ni fuerzas para hacerlo. Pero sí morí un poco.
Un besazo.
Miguel:
Pf, tú no sabes qué semana de mierda llevo. Creo que voy a empezar verborreica a escribir para desahogar mi mente.
Besos, y gracias por preocuparte.
como llego tarde y he visto otro post posterior, supongo que has pasado de estas opciones trágicas. Princess, cari, todo pasa y no hay mal que cien años dure.
Mucho ánimo!
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