Il/la bambino/a e' morto/a
i remember the stupid program... he breaks a glass, they turn off the lights, and desperate-for-eight-dollars-an-hour-punks walk around with a mirror and a lamp and make you look at your reflection and ask you "what exactly do you want to achieve?"
and all the talk about how one million others had to die for you to be born
FUCK YOU
as if I don't already know how fucked up I am and how I will burn in hell for eternity while you burn beside me (did you actually think you would make it up there)
I love you so much, sis.
and all the talk about how one million others had to die for you to be born
FUCK YOU
as if I don't already know how fucked up I am and how I will burn in hell for eternity while you burn beside me (did you actually think you would make it up there)
I love you so much, sis.