And my hate for the human race pushes on...
Friend, how the fuck can you live with yourself?
I don't know if I can stand to look at you, knowing how you've obtained her.
Guilt is not a tool of love, you sick fuck.
You are my friend, but you are losing respect fast.
I hope you're happy with yourself, because I'm going to rain down on your parade with an iron fist.
You disgust me.
I don't know if I can stand to look at you, knowing how you've obtained her.
Guilt is not a tool of love, you sick fuck.
You are my friend, but you are losing respect fast.
I hope you're happy with yourself, because I'm going to rain down on your parade with an iron fist.
You disgust me.