| Milk Some days You grow tires of all the bullshit. All the crap you have to put up with. On those days you feel like good Ol� Alex and you�re in the mood for that Ultra-Violence. You just want to sock people People you don�t know. In their face. You want blood to eject itself and drip from each of their facial cavities. You want to grab some girl. The girl you liked for some time now. And fuck her In the middle of the halls. Fuck her hard. Fuck her bad. Some days these societal rules no longer hold any meaning. You want to end the daily crap swinging And start some new bull. Some days You just want To have fun |
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