Alcaholic

by Desiree   Feb 12, 2007


It's fen bad for you,
and you know it.
When you tell me it ruins your life,
hell, look at you, you have the best kit.

Your a fen boosehag,
and you always say it's true.
Umm excuse me,
that's not a good thing for you...

When you always told me,
we were a lot alike.
To tell you the truth,
i would rather be a lil' dike.

Please tell me you get it,
so than i don't have to explain.
Because it'll be to much work,
not to mention, how hard it is, to cry in the rain.

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