We get ****** and we fume.
questioning the very
creation of the universe
wondering why our hearts
are forever broken.
And we blame it on them.
Oh yes, them!
Those wretched *******
such users.
Them ******* ********
huge takers.
And when we look,
when we look at that joker
in the mirror,
we never say,
"I love you."
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
We get ****** and we fume.
questioning the very
creation of the universe
wondering why our hearts
are forever broken.
And we blame it on them.
Oh yes, them!
Those wretched *******
such users.
Them ******* ********
huge takers.
And when we look,
when we look at that joker
in the mirror,
we never say,
"I love you."
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