You fucking traitor.
First and last time I need an outlet bad enough to post in this motherfucking piece of shit. I don't have words, good thing I have a stupid emo song for the occasion.
"I remember I kept thinking that
I know you never would.
And now I know,
I want to KILL you,
like only a best friend could.
...
DON'T APOLOGIZE!
I HOPE YOU CHOKE AND DIE.
Search your cell for something
with which to hang yourself.
...
EVERYONE'S CAUGHT ON TO EVERYTHING YOU DO...
EVERYONE'S CAUGHT ON TO...
(LET ME DOWN AGAIN)
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick,
in the small of my back.
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more
spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts
in 11 year old kids.
SO HAVE ANOTHER DRINK,
AND DRIVE YOURSELF HOME.
AND YOU CAN THINK OF ME,
WHEN YOU
FORGET YOUR SEATBELT,
AND AGAIN WHEN YOUR HEAD GOES THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!"
You fucking traitor. You know exactly who you are and I hope you choke in your sleep before this morning when I'll punch your fucking teeth out. Three hours to go until I meet you outside your dorm. And if I've calmed down enough by then not to risk getting thrown off campus by trying to beat your fucking face in, still know this- you don't DESERVE her, and you don't GET her, you backstabbing piece of shit. What you deserve for your betrayal is to be alone forever, and that's what I hope you fucking get.
You lied to be and stabbed me in the back for her, and now you don't even get her, because at least SHE realizes how wrong it was, what you did to me. How's that for irony? I hope it was worthless.
You fucking liar. You fucking whore. When I said you had a Humanity score of 2, I was being generous. Choke. I hope you choke in your fucking sleep.
"I remember I kept thinking that
I know you never would.
And now I know,
I want to KILL you,
like only a best friend could.
...
DON'T APOLOGIZE!
I HOPE YOU CHOKE AND DIE.
Search your cell for something
with which to hang yourself.
...
EVERYONE'S CAUGHT ON TO EVERYTHING YOU DO...
EVERYONE'S CAUGHT ON TO...
(LET ME DOWN AGAIN)
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick,
in the small of my back.
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more
spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts
in 11 year old kids.
SO HAVE ANOTHER DRINK,
AND DRIVE YOURSELF HOME.
AND YOU CAN THINK OF ME,
WHEN YOU
FORGET YOUR SEATBELT,
AND AGAIN WHEN YOUR HEAD GOES THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!"
You fucking traitor. You know exactly who you are and I hope you choke in your sleep before this morning when I'll punch your fucking teeth out. Three hours to go until I meet you outside your dorm. And if I've calmed down enough by then not to risk getting thrown off campus by trying to beat your fucking face in, still know this- you don't DESERVE her, and you don't GET her, you backstabbing piece of shit. What you deserve for your betrayal is to be alone forever, and that's what I hope you fucking get.
You lied to be and stabbed me in the back for her, and now you don't even get her, because at least SHE realizes how wrong it was, what you did to me. How's that for irony? I hope it was worthless.
You fucking liar. You fucking whore. When I said you had a Humanity score of 2, I was being generous. Choke. I hope you choke in your fucking sleep.