All the bad boys go to hell
They don't know how to tell
How to think, how to act about a girl
They are deep in sorrow
They don't have a happy life
And they cant barrow
They get mad
They are bad
It makes me sad
But I'm thinking
to
Hurt 'em, kill 'em, bury 'em
With pains, sorrow and whim
YOU ARE READING
MY Soul, My Heart, My Mind
Randomthe way I think is neither how I act nor how I feel.
