Strike one, two, and three.
You think you can just play with me.
Well, I'm sick of this game, and I'm just about tired of hearing you're name.
That's it.
Well, boy I quit.
Do what you want I don't give a shit.
You think you control my life.
Break me once, and I'll hurt you twice.
Hey, now, I'm walking out the door.
I don't wanna be your batter anymore.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PuisiThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
