Their mouth like guns
And they shooting at me.
Their tongue like snakes
They bite me.
I’m all in the blood.
I like to hurt myself.
My wound blooms with a bud.
My eyes realize real lies.
I hate fake guys .
What can I offer you
Sunny boy.
Girls stand in the queue
That to fuck with you
I’m ugly.
I like you.
I can die for you.
What shampoo should I take
I want to wash you out of my head.
I wanna forget you.
you're like flea.
I’m not okay.
Somebody, help me.
koshka
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