can't forget u,
regardless of how many girls i meet and fuck.
u little lost girl,
stuck in my mind,
like shit on a shoe.
i want to express myself,
i can't.
im not a fucking artist (fuck those cunts).
if only u knew...
u do.
cause u r a fucking demon.
how could u run away like that?
i know u felt it too.
fuck...
i cant write...
i know u look great in a winter hat.
it'll be 3 months on dec 13th, already.
since that fucking day,
vivid like yesterday,
that made me know how the devil can taste.
it'll be friday,
again.
fuck u.