you make me angry,
my face his red my fist are clenched.
what have I done to you to make me this angry?
why cant you just leave or burn in hell
i want to blow a cascit and strungle you to death.
you make me angry,
my face it red my fist are clenched and im ready to scream.
i hope red is your favorite color, your fist are loose and you haved screamed
'cause I have blown.
(#)(#)(#)(#)(#)(#)
this is based on the relationship of my locker (if it was a human) and I. my locker hasnt been opening for a month and ive had to ask a teacher to open it and when they do IT OPENS FIRST TRY. I hate my locker... >:D
