Those Eyes Kill Me
The way you look at me on the bus
Like what the hell did i ever do to you
or how they live in the house to clean the dust
I hate swiffer swipes they dont do a god damn thing
A new life is a must
When you break up with me and leave me on scene
That sh** ticks me off so much i want to slap silly out of you
Even though i was not his or her best because i didnt reach the quality of mean
Alot of times you get mad cause i am quite i don"t fight back
Take a flight "you , you , you"
"good for nothing, trash bag looking , low life, ugly, desprate, idot , loser , that i will never give you
or anyone a chance"
those eyes that Kill Me INSIDE BURSTING LIKE A VOCANO WILL PUNCH THE TICK RIGHT OUT OF YOU
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