You can kick all you want
It doesn't change a thing.
You can change a font,
But it wouldn't change the ping.
You're as pathetic as I am,
Meaningless in existence.
I'd hold you in my hand,
And crush you in an instance.
And you can deny it all, you fake.
But you're still one of God's mistakes.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
You can kick all you want
It doesn't change a thing.
You can change a font,
But it wouldn't change the ping.
You're as pathetic as I am,
Meaningless in existence.
I'd hold you in my hand,
And crush you in an instance.
And you can deny it all, you fake.
But you're still one of God's mistakes.
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