RUN ALLAH RUN
It’s sad you had to get your sister to pull me off you . It’s sad you ran to the car crying . It’s sad you ocked yourself in the car . It’s sad you told your sister to ’ fuck me up ’ and she didn’t. It’s sad you needed help to fight something you caused on yourself . It’s sad you floor’d it when i walked towards your car . It’s sad you got your friends to post shit over myspace . It’s sad everyone seems to like me very well … but only a few truly like you . No popularity contest , just pure evidence that you’re a fuck up . I’ve gotten myself in some bad situations but i never back down unless i feel like being the bigger person . Don’t tell me you’ll kill me the run when i punch you in the face . Actually i understand , cause my punches hurt . Call the police , what’re they ganna do ? NOTHING , Ignorant . Allllll the people who’re reading this can make opinions about me and say it’s childish to talk over blogs .. Perfectly fine with me <3 But really ? How else are you suppost to talk to a bitch when she runs ? Exactly . GO home , CRY , and sleep off the pain of knowing that your face is not the same :/ boo hoo . I hope you have dreams about how my girl and her sister fussed your ass out infront of your little friends . Or how i made you run away . Or how 342051905 people think this is hilarious cause you needed an ass woopin’ , get me jumped . SEE if i care . It won’t hurt ;]
Night Baby <3
