it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
fuck you.

i'm done being nice when it isn't returned. i'm not going to be mean...i'm just not going to bother. walk on me all you fucking one. one day i'm going to crack and you'll be the first one i shoot dead. i'll stare into your eyes and let the tears roll down.

fuck you.i hate you.

< 5:24 p.m. on 2002-07-04 >