You, a Parisite

I, can't disguize: all the stomach pains and the walking in the rain. When you, you, walk out. And you amble up to me with your voice of hericy. And I can't control, all the anger up in me oh won't you set me free; in you: a parisite. Just to find another host; just another thing to boast.

Listening to Needles and guessing at the lyrics. I'm also being a little creative with them.

All you downloaders have to download Needles by System of a Down. I like it and so should you. it reminds me of somone.

After my other post my life took a drastic turn and now I'm all fiery and I want to destroy somthing beautiful. I wieght boxed with 10's for a half hour and I still can't feel my arms and I feel no better than before; only now I feel the need for some red. I appologize for my violent mood. I'm under some pressure.

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