We Aint Friends

. clay pigeons like the Olympics in Helsinki .

What are you doing?

Dramatic something dramatic I'm sure...

Should I leave?           Before I come back?

Before you dip me in acid;

Pretned something or what have you, all that s**t that you do.

　

I take syllables and I break them

Yet you pretend something else.

As though you were the only one who made them

For me or them

You don't know us

You c**t.

　

After, maybe before;

I spit in your face...

　

You tell me how we were just a f*****g way station.

How I'm a thing on a course...

To be sold, for a better gift.

A simpler situation.

　

I'll understood... I had no choice.

You stopped with pleasure

Taking my hand, as we did, like we still sometimes do (you w***e)....

And let's talk

About the other worlds than these.

My love, if you please?

Let me thank you for these herpes.

Worth it... just to know ya. 

Now build my veranda

I have a party to host.

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