What? I am a lame?
Wait a fucking minute,
Because we're not the same!
You trampled on me!
Days after days,
And the pain didn't go away.
My fucking memories didn't vanished away too.
You called me a son of a bitch.
But that bitch is dead too...
So take a sit,
Because i give you something,
I just did it....shit!
Here we go, now you meet my pain,
Here's a head of a dead lady.
It's your moms.
You know how it feels?
Now go kill yourself,
Because you are a people of weak.
