Don't ask me what's in my head, don't pretend like you give a s**t.
Don't ask me why I look so sad, cause ill be happy when
your f*****g dead.
Who the hell do you think you fool? can these games f*****g end?
And what the hell do you think you gain,
pretending that we're friends?
I haven't figured out your f*****g cause, but its not genuine.
And when the truth comes out in the
end, I think ill cut off your head.
And ill be f*****g happy, when your f*****g dead, and I'll f*****g smile, when your f*****g
dead.
