black circles with red and glowing, please tell it to stop it keeps on staring. maybe it wants to kill me, but I'm just cooking macaroni. dead or alive everyones just waiting on the news. like a thousand creepy eyes, I'm sorry that I couldn't satisfie. we all know that if I just end up dead, then I was more than just fucked up in the head.
lettuce on the plate, here you have been served. I'm not really smart, but is this really what I deserve, I made one mistake and now you're sending me away. but you fuck up once, besides the fact of our color, and you get to live another day. and I'm just sitting here down on the floor wishing that I wasn't gay.