| I Bet |
| I bet you wish all of my problems could be stuck in a cardboard box, taken out with the weekly garbage. Like stale coffee grounds and popcicle sticks, no one wants them anymore I bet you wish my internal fire would dim. Spray it with some fire hose water and hope that it controls itself. Hope that it dies, so you won't get burned. Well, it ain't water, it's gasoline. And you seem to be extra crispy, Like at KFC. But I like original recipe better. |
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