The end. I want to crush you for complicating my life. Your feeble whining, it makes me want to hurt you Sitting back, enjoying a peaceful, carefree time The end. Pain will become a new habitat Minding my own business. Die, fucking high-class wannabe This is your end result Is there nothing better to do? There is no room for me and you This is your end result Just fucking die. Get away from me Die, fucking high-class wannabe Do you understand this? if you do not stop it will bring your world down This is your end result This thing makes me sick The end. The end result I no longer have a place to create, escape, express The end result, I no longer haveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.