who the ****
does He think He is?
blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy.
but i don't care.
not when it's too much,
too concentrated,
all at once.
and He knows just what to do
and just who to hurt
to make me go beserk,
to make me go
"ooh, ooh, ooh"
like a ******* baby cow.
why not me?
Presbyterian guilt,
or just empathy,
or the feeling that you get
when everyone you love
has done everything they can
to hurt my parallel,
but not me, no never me.
why not?
why not me?
because He knows how to punish us,
and my greatest fear
is the pain of others.
so, so, so
complicated.
so, so, so
concentrated.
so ****** up
and selfish of me
to even ask the question,
why not me?
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
who the ****
does He think He is?
blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy.
but i don't care.
not when it's too much,
too concentrated,
all at once.
and He knows just what to do
and just who to hurt
to make me go beserk,
to make me go
"ooh, ooh, ooh"
like a ******* baby cow.
why not me?
Presbyterian guilt,
or just empathy,
or the feeling that you get
when everyone you love
has done everything they can
to hurt my parallel,
but not me, no never me.
why not?
why not me?
because He knows how to punish us,
and my greatest fear
is the pain of others.
so, so, so
complicated.
so, so, so
concentrated.
so ****** up
and selfish of me
to even ask the question,
why not me?
this is one of the weirder ones
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