You barely speaks
Behind my back
But not realized
That you died

Talking all the time
Saliva is spending
back again
He says he gets angry

All day
It's the same litany
I'm Not Your Type?
Fuck it!
You also do not and my

You heard it
Should be thinking
What the hell this brat is listening?
But that's it
The devil, fortunately
It is the only q this to my side

Ja I stop
You fill the bag
To tell you things
To play the truth in your face
Why do not you just that
A sputum evil spat
A shit poorly made

Q I want you to know
Son of a bitch
I'm shitting for you
You feel so at what remains
In this heart freak and lifeless
You For me it's the same thing
What the fuck is to waste
Recyclable
I was wrong to believe in you again
This is normal life
an error and learning cycle
And get ready
When I see you again
I'll be with deadly hatred
Of your fucking face
characterless
From now on
I will not give more attention
For people like you
My message ultimop
Go with my last breath