• evil evil evil THINKING OF YOU MAKES ME HURL
    THINKING OF YOU MAKE ME RUN IN FEAR OF SEEING YOUR UGLY FACE
    THINKING THAT SOME DAY IM GOING TO LIKE YOU MAKES ME WANT TO JUMP OFF A CLIFF
    THINKING THAT SOMEDAY I WILL ASK YOU TO MARRY ME MAKE ME NOT WANT TO SEE THAT DAY
    UNTILL THAT DAY COME I DRED BEING ME. twisted twisted twisted