Fuck it
Fuck it
By Nashon kemp
Its like every time I ask a question they get busy they don't know I just wanna be friends and not get busy im done with even talking to people fuck this shit im tired of always being dealt the cold heart...so from now on I'll stay the fuck in the deep freezer to stay cold in my heart to everyone don't know why I opened that door in the start...fuck this life I'm out....
Back to anti-socialization...
Cuz everytime I try to do so with respect girls are always second base guessing...
So tired of this shit like dam ain't the learned they lesson ik tired of trying,im tired of lonely lying,lonely nights without a soul to talk to so ik at home in my heart dieing as im crying...
Fuck everything and everyone I'm tired of running after people and trying...
So from here on out I'll just be dead body lying cuz I'm killing all these fucking liers...
Hands on my mother fucking pliers
Gonna rip out they jungular so they can be on the floor crying...
Then I can get the 5 minutes of conversation I wanted...
Ik not fucking crazy im just fucking cold hearted....
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