« Reply #4 on: August 16, 2011, 02:05:27 PM »
your gay
This reminds me of Junior High
Logged
Harmful heat in my hugs hide,My lips are laced with cyanide
Never mind my medicine breath,Come hither for a kiss of Death...
Where there once were feely fingers, Now protrude poisonous stingers
Feel I'm left with no recourse,But to kill her with no remorse