I hate to disappoint you. I'm not try'na be mean. I am trying to anoint you with holy kerosene. Now, if you'll STOP! Drop and roll on this open flame, I'll ensure you get your fifteen minutes of fame. It's really getting scary what you'll do to get views, and a damn obituary still gets you on the news. Now I'm giving you a moment to choose, whether or not you think you've got nothing to lose. And me?
I already lost my life three times*BUT YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE!!!!*. Well, that's society's crime. But you're right, I really shouldn't be standing here. So, for a moment I'd like to not act sincere.
Lyrical death indeed.
Idealism sits in prison. Chivalry fell on its sword.
07-Jun-2014 09:26:10
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Fangmeyer