StatikNomad

How I hate her more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell. more than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell you want me to feel well And then you tell tell "don't worry about her trace on my cock and her blood on my heart we are no more, and broken appart" How I hate her more than dolls prettier than mine. more than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine" you tell me it's over done and bye but I still see her in your eye eye it's such a lie lie How I Hate Her More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.   more than the worst past memory I've ever had you tell me she is dead eaten and decomposed, less than dus