Maintenant, je pense que l’amour est une idée complètement foutu. Je ratterais n'importe quoi dans ma vie. Ce que je voulais, j'ai jetté. Ce dont j'avais honte d'accepter, je l'ai répondu oui avec une sourire. Je dépends sur des monstres illogiques pour guarder ma propre logique. Je ne sais plus ce que je veux. Je ne sais ni mes amis, ni les vaches qui piétine sur les morceaux de mon direction. Ça serait tellement facile à recommencer...
Hide me somewhere
I need a dead bear
To hollow into
Gnaw at like a baby gnat
Thrash around where no one can see
Wail when no one can hear
Rest with flesh steaming away its dying life
How emo is that, yo.
Not very. I've seen better.
Gawd damn it. What if it was a rabid bear, a ZOMBIE bear? Like that hand in Left 4 Dead.
Now you're just yanking your own chain. Bye.
... ... I hate you.
Why? Who died and made you Janet's self esteem?
You did. *Steps on Jiminy Cricket* Rub your legs now, INSECT! ... Me needs ice cream.
I need a dead bear
To hollow into
Gnaw at like a baby gnat
Thrash around where no one can see
Wail when no one can hear
Rest with flesh steaming away its dying life
How emo is that, yo.
Not very. I've seen better.
Gawd damn it. What if it was a rabid bear, a ZOMBIE bear? Like that hand in Left 4 Dead.
Now you're just yanking your own chain. Bye.
... ... I hate you.
Why? Who died and made you Janet's self esteem?
You did. *Steps on Jiminy Cricket* Rub your legs now, INSECT! ... Me needs ice cream.
