Keep knocking
Noones there
Pouring down
Near people
My head
By myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
At least you can see
The world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
Keep hoping
Nothing to spare
So my life
Isn't quite there
Feel like a whore
A dirty whore
Such a whore
Dirty
My head
By myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see
The world through in my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
I'll die again
I'll die again
I'll wilt again
Into you
You dirty little fuck
Dirty little fuck
You dirty little fuck
Dirty little fuck
You dirty little fuck
I will take it
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see
The world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
take it how you want it its my life
So... so young.
Raped, but I don't realize.
Small white legs, broke,
the pain between her thighs
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin... so cold.
How, could someone steal a life?
Takes the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say.
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for?
RAPE! Something... Now!
Rips my... Heart!
And takes... My!
Soul I... Wait
Too late... Now!
I feel... Hurt!
Inside... Dark!
My soul away....
Away....
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...
Noones there
Pouring down
Near people
My head
By myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
At least you can see
The world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
Keep hoping
Nothing to spare
So my life
Isn't quite there
Feel like a whore
A dirty whore
Such a whore
Dirty
My head
By myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see
The world through in my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
I'll die again
I'll die again
I'll wilt again
Into you
You dirty little fuck
Dirty little fuck
You dirty little fuck
Dirty little fuck
You dirty little fuck
I will take it
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see
The world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna live again
take it how you want it its my life

So... so young.
Raped, but I don't realize.
Small white legs, broke,
the pain between her thighs
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin... so cold.
How, could someone steal a life?
Takes the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say.
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for?
RAPE! Something... Now!
Rips my... Heart!
And takes... My!
Soul I... Wait
Too late... Now!
I feel... Hurt!
Inside... Dark!
My soul away....
Away....
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...
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Veteran Pillsbury spokesman, The Pillsbury Doughboy, died
yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications
from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens
of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth,
the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the
Hostess Twinkies, and many others. The graveside was
piled high in flours as longtime friend Aunt Jemima
delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who
"never knew how much he was kneaded".
Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later
life was filled with many turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his
dough on half-baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty
old man, he was a roll model to millions. Doughboy is
survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two
children and one in the oven. The funeral was held at
350 for about twenty minutes.
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