my mind, my thoughts are perfect.
to me, im correct in everything.
i understand you have your own world
and i have mine
now, in my perfect shell
you no longer exist
you blew up in the MACO building fire
you were wearing my pants too
they looked better on me anyway
nope. your nothing
life is short, confusing and emotional. things i am not too fond of.
to make the best of it
im making an army
god bless angelmerica