Apr 2, 2014
I hate how I always I get nervous every time I try to speak In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl or the police And I hate the things that I know about you And all the horrible things that you do I don't want to be late for work today, I want to chew up my dinner and spit it in your face, Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone. If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you.