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It's Twisted.. think you can handle it?

Some Say just take life Easy...
Some Say to live life everyday
I say some of them are cheesy
I'll live life my own way
If I want to be sleazy
You have no say!


She
She
Someone Is tugging on my heart
Strings
As she not even aware
Been trying to get her attention
I don't think she's aware
Never Fear, The answer is close
Almost came out
 

Squeeze Cheese
Don't touch me with that stuff.
Stick it up you @ss and fill yourself till you eyes turn yellow.
But don't touch me with that crap.
Does that surprise you?
Does my morbid humor scare you?
Does my horny dripping wetness repulse you?
GOOD!
Let them run
Let them find me alone
But don't hate me for the innocence
I'm NOT
Hate me because he loves me
Hate me
Surpirse you
Scare you
But don't get me confused for the fucked slut innoncence.
I'm real jack
I'm in your face, hot air on you neck, bite your D*ck off real
And thats what i am
Find yourself in me and i will cause you innerself to go blind and run for your mother and the pimp that raped her.
::inhuman demontic laugh::
Can you see the crazy look in my eye?
Does it Surprise you?
Scare you?
GOOD!

Sexuality
Sorry I don't fit in.
Everyone thinks somethings wrong.
Xept me as I am
U can't understand
All that I've been through
Leave me hanging
I don't care
Tease me, tell me I'm "trick"
Y do you have to look
If my sexuality bugs you
Simply look away
Find something that's right
Rip apart some other moral
Exactly what is wrong with me?
Excusses to that the difference.

Trick
I've been tricked
The web of love
Spun with colorful lies
Pulls and leaved
It's veinum in my veins again
Then come the names
Some how I've come
What I thought Trapped
ME
I'm trick
So they say
I'm nasty, and whore
Spinging my own web
So one falls in?
So why doesn't it work?
If I'm trick
I'm not very good
Cause there goes
my prey.


Focus
On What does my mind wander
Some freedom Found
but lost in that instant
disappointment and loss


life is so crazy
with no freedom


Then there's richard
bitch
why won't some poeple die?
who thinks that can grant me freedom
from this...


this focus
what focus?


Friends
Maybe I've been stabed in the back
Too many times
Maybe I'm crazy
But It seems to me I have no friends
They are all outside playing
And here I sit alone
Most say they are my friends
But who is to say that they won't
run away
Maybe I want too much
Or maybe I don't fuck enough
But I sure do feel like a cum sponge
I sit and write
What's the purpose
Cause not one really sees
The pain that's in me
I show them the thorns in my soul
I cry for them to help
But like the rose
love BITES!
I trust in you all the love of my heart
I lay it all out in the open
Most people know who I am, so don't they see I'm crushed!
It's always about me though right? It's always about me
Well who esle can I write about?
My friends all suck
They inspide me yes
But to kill!
Love is inspiring but everyone
writes about that
CRAP!