Drink to that
Tip back the bottle,
Guzzle it down.
Who gives a fuck,
Why you gotta frown.
Who cares why you hurt,
Or even more why you bleed.
Stupid and careless,
You spread your seed.
The seed of pure hatred,
And utter remorse.
If I could curse you,
I’d make your life worse.
So, I’ll drink to your problems,
And whatever may arise.
And I’ll drink to the thought,
Of you eating your lies.
I hope some one hurts you.
Rips out your heart.
Puts a target on you,
And hits you with darts.
So, I’ll drink to tomorrow,
And the day after that.
And I’ll drink to the thought,
Of beating you w/ a bat.
Guzzle it down.
Who gives a fuck,
Why you gotta frown.
Who cares why you hurt,
Or even more why you bleed.
Stupid and careless,
You spread your seed.
The seed of pure hatred,
And utter remorse.
If I could curse you,
I’d make your life worse.
So, I’ll drink to your problems,
And whatever may arise.
And I’ll drink to the thought,
Of you eating your lies.
I hope some one hurts you.
Rips out your heart.
Puts a target on you,
And hits you with darts.
So, I’ll drink to tomorrow,
And the day after that.
And I’ll drink to the thought,
Of beating you w/ a bat.
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