Not gonna lie it's pretty sad
When you forget everything we had
I don't know if you'll ever be found
Which sends me straight to the ground

Don't keep wishing, hell upon me
When all you do is destroy me
It's too late for that
I'm more then just another stat

Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you, I mean ****
Our hands, never fit

I shed my anger and rage
Decide to turn a new page
Hopefully our paths never cross
If it comes to words, I'm at a loss

Guys come and go with you
Always knowing what to do
Stick around so the can *******
Cause well..

Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you I meant ****
Explains why our hands never fit

Ooo Ooo Ooo

Just another ******* sloot

Ooo Ooo Ooo

Who doesn't give a hoot

dat betch iz out of mi liek 4 gud & out of mi baez lief bc she a sloot & nu 1 lek hur & she st00pid & sh3 tri 2 taek me bae but she didmt taek him & ily bae

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     Have you ever seen that movie or T.V. show where there's a guy who recently split up with his girlfriend and he's all love sick and sad and won't leave his room or stop playing Xbox or stop drink beer or stop crying? And his buddies all take him out to a bar or something to meet a girl that he can give the time to in the bathroom because it'll make him feel better. And at the bar he meets some girl and they fall in love instantly and she's all hip and they just stare at each other while their respective groups of friends talk and joke right around them. You know what I'm talking about right? Well, **** those movies.
        They're phony and unrealistic and when you feel down about a boy or a girl or whoever you might be in love with you don't fall in love. You don't meet some sloot at the bar and fall in love with her. You don't stay in your room and drink and mope. You live you're ******* life. You live your miserable, fake life even more miserable and fake than you normally do.

564 Miles.
8 Hours.
1/3rd of a day.
Far away from each other.
You leave in 4 months,
But I do as well.
Omaha.
Denver.
Two completely different places.
No more late nights.
No more sappy movies.
No more deep conversations.
Not face to face at least.
Not what we are used to.
But you will be happy.
And so will I.
We will both be where we are comfortable.
Where we both love to be.
You are my best friend.
My sloot.
My goldfish stealer.
Where you are happy, I am happy for you.
I want to see you happy.
I want you to be where you want to be.
And when you come back,
I will be here.
Like I always am.
It will be like nothing ever changed.
My dear best friend,
Be happy.
If you are happy, I am happy for you.
You might be far away,
But in our hearts,
We will always there.
I love you.
…****.

Overbodig vol, een kar te groot
In de schaduw van piepende wieltjes
Een kwart voor in de sloot,
Een kwart voor halve zieltjes.

Ik bestel best elk omarmend
voorwerp dat ik, eens bij zinnen,
zal verwerpen eerder dan beminnen.

Elke keer en elke keer.

De cirkel ontmoet de grenzen,
Dat ziet ook een bijziende zonder lenzen.
Wij wijden uit.

Mijn mening over zinloosheid,
even fris als de zin van fruit.