But men still suck.
They send mixed messages, fuck with your head.... and always say things,
to give you fucked up ideas.
I know what I have to do, I know what I need to do.
But am I going to do it? Who the fuck knows.. or cares.. for that fact.
What doesn't kill me.. may make me stronger, and break my fucking heart well I'm at it.
FUCK YOU, Mother fucker, and lets go ROCK the FUCK OUT.
OH.. and though I'm not a fiery redhead, on the outside ( I still am on the inside), I'll try not to let my dark jet black hair, reflect on myself and turn me into an evilous murdering bitch.....
Or maybe I will.
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