Who the hell are you to tell me. What to do, why to do, why bother. Leech in a mask of virtue. Such waste, to ever think of you again. . Hey Judas, your Christess was our lord. Hit and run, your
Everything is everything. What is meant to be, will be. After winter, must come spring. Change, it comes eventually. (2x). . I wrote these words for everyone. Who struggles in their youth. Who