I hate you and I hope you die a slow any painful death!
You shot me twice today! I just wanted to show of my machete.
So toxic mr! I’ll be speaking with the council about this.
I've learned to feel what I cannot see
But with you I lose that vision
I don't know how to dream your dream
So I'm all caught up in superstition
I want to reach out and pull you to me
Who says I should let a wild one go free