i hate ur guts
i hate ur core
u cant even imagine the pain i endure
when ur at work or out to eat
i lay in the living room getting beat
blood curdling screams bruisis everywhere
i could tell but i wouldnt dare
when u get home i put on a fake smile
but all the while
i still love u
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Song of the day: Suburbs - Junior Achiever
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
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