This story is About Falling!
I used to believe that People Like You Are Why People Like Me Like Me Exist and I would tell All My Friends about you... I wished for a long time I could be her Mackdaddy and make her fell Alive With The Glory Of Love, but now I lay here Crush'd... I'd always think that She Won't Follow you but I relized that I'm just Young Dumb And Stung. Now I Plea that I could just have Death For My Birthday and that I Died A Jew... But all we are is Colorblind with No Soul... The Truth Is You Should Lie With Me in a Cemetery, wait no we can Do Better, we can have an Orgy Of Critics at your Property while Mara And Me have A Walk Through Hell... Oh Eloise I like your Yellow Cat [Slash] Red Cat.... As we travel Slowly, Through A Vector to seek revenge on The Writhing South for wanting to Spay Me I think to myself this is jut a Defense Of The Genre... I have been Fed To Death, (It's A Metaphore Fool)... Sorry Dudes, My Bad. This is just a Hangover song and Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too, I Admit It!... I fell Vexed as I watch The Church Channel as this guy sings The Futile Spidersong to his Shiska-Girlfriend.... Sure Baby, Hold Back as I'm All Chocked Up from the Skinny Mean Man and become an Ocean Liner Incident.... And now We've Killed It so I'm going to say my prayers....... Ahh...Men!