I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm just kiddiiiiingg!
Things like....
Fuck You Jack Nicholson!!
People tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.
I said, people tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.
Things like.... Fuck yourself
Ya oiste Jack, es hora de que dejes de intentar matarme en mis sueños! La proxima vez no dudare en usar mi revolver .45 en tu cara! Esta vez corriste con suerte.
I know you well.
you are a part of me.
I know you better than I know myself.
I know you best,
better than anyone.
I know you better than I know myself.
You are a part of me.
You are just a part of me,
You are just a part of me,
You are just a part of me,
You are just a PART OF ME!!!
GIVE IT UP!!!
El poder del revolver se sentiria tan bien en mis manos, cualquiera de estos días ire a conseguirme una, manejare todo el dia hasta el desierto y desquitare mi ira contra las dunas, contra las estupidas plantas, are hoyos en la tierra! jajajaja
quiero desaparecer, quiero sufrir una transformacion, quiero ser un hombre lobo.
throw that bob marley wannabe fucker outta here!!
Underneath her skin and jewelry,
hidden in her words and eyes
is a wall that's cold and ugly
and she's scared as hell.
Trembling at the thought of feeling.
Wide awake and keeping distance.
Nothing seems to penetrate her.
She's scared as hell.
I am frightened to.
arent we all???
ya me voy
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