Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,
I Want To Hit You With My Car.
Throw, You Off A Bridge So High,
Hope You Break Your Neck And Die.
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,
Oh, What A Bitch You Are.
It bugs me when people talk about a topic they don't know shit about. Like, oh yeah, I totally know how it feels to have depression and talk about it, even though I've never had it. Bitch, you don't know half the shit I've been through.