| I'm so fucking tired of empty excuses. They've lost all their power in tireless uses... Sick of the words that will never come through. I'll throw up the time that I've wasted on you. And I hate all the worry I hate all the waiting that's somehow connected to you and me dating when you forgot time isn't easy to come by. The hours I'm wasting are making me numb by my working and jerking your dick for attention... you're late for your date but too lazy to mention you won't be around for some reason or lie and it won't take me long just to figure out why I'm sick of this bullshit. Go sleep on your own clock... go make all your own plans and suck on your own cock. You'll host as a ghost in the great hall of fame. Respect me, you faggot, or leave the damn game. |
| Pissant |