whats wong with me me evrey thing i see and feel seems to explode in to a ball of self hate and biter rage is there eney thing left for me here in this world with out hope its like i die evrey night i feel dead im sick of the same old shit that piles its self up on my door srowndid in a room one windo a gutar for fuck sake i cant see the floor for all the shit that i cant be botherd to cleen up is this how im going to live my life hevey metel and the cach frase of cant […]
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Biter
i dont think aney more
im just lifes hore
the shit you wipe off your shou
this is cos of you
life is like trying to pers your ear with a darning needel
im just week and febel
my life IS a razor blade
all i feel is beeing afrade
cos that last look did keep me out of trubul
i feel like im in a war were the rane flods and pors
were the blood hits the grawnd
and my body spireld down
i feel the bulit in my brane