fishook

For what you did, how could I ever forgive
You've laughed blantly in my face

Try to hide your every guilt with every kiss
Your so wrong, and so I dropped you like a thousand tiny pins

Always on your back for some acceptance
You were the virgin whore

You want the focus of attention
That's why you're always a target for the door

So endowed in doubt
You would piss on your own best friends

I'm so glad to say this is beyond past the end