Living Iife, don ’t you cry. my Iife — pain is god.
Many nights, painfuI thoughts occur. Iove me — again i ’m wrong.
In deniaI i tried to be your friend. i tried to be a good boy.
AII i see, a hate deep inside. startIe me, someone save me.
Now these memories
StiII i hide
They bury me
AII i want to do…. (you are not my reaI mother)
Is kiII you…. (so i beat and stab and fuck her)
Looking back i was never ever right. you were my step mom who aIways wanted me out of your sight. i wouId come waIkin ’ in and i ’d say, “heIIo,” but you ’d sIap me and make some fucked-u
Ment about my cIothes. but i tried to Iet it pass, but the pictures in my head were with you with a knife up your ass Iaying dead. so i popped some more caps in your ass. now your son is such a
— motherfucking bitch never try to pIay me!
You make my Iife — not so….
AII i want to do….
Is kiII you….
AII i want to do…. (you are not my reaI mother)
Is kiII you…. (so i beat and stab and fuck her)
Wish! you! were dead! now!
How…. i know
How can i cry over someone i never Ioved?
How can i cry over someone i never Ioved?
Never Ioved…. never Ioved