Aren'T You Happy Now
I have no life
Wish I had a knife
You filthy bastard you
Don't be a coward, there's something new
You ugly little whore
Just an eye sore
You poor little baby, you poor little thing
You deserve pain, you deserve the sweet sting
Do us a favor and kill yourself now
Do us a solid, make yourself proud
You've cut to deep
Now there's no going back
I'm going to sleep
And I'm not coming back
Now everyone's happy. Aren't they?
Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2014
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