Friday 8 April 2011

WEIRD

Your so fucking weird.
Proper proper weird. 
The way you sneak around this town,
it's like you live in fear?

But your the one that made your bed,
when you choose to live a lie,
and you're the one, that six months on,
has a girlfriend you try to hide?

You're little fucking games are poor,
they don't wash with me my son,
we caught you out that very first week,
when at the door, arrived your mum

"Have you seen Thomas today?
We can't get hold of him?"

"He said he went home yesterday,
to hang out with the cool kevin?"




BLURGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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