Lite Him Up.
Burn The Fag Alive.
His Gay Ways Won't Haunt Me Anymore.
He'll Never Hold My Hands Close To His Heart Again.
He'll Never Look Me In The Eyes Like He Loves Me Again.
He'll Never Get The Chance To Break My Heart.
He'll Be The Flamming Fag I've Always Needed Him To Be.
As He Burns Bright For The World To See.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PuisiI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
