torn inside out
rip me open to watch my scars bleed

this is just so fucked up. yes its the word fuck. and its very very fucked up right now. why do things always have to crop up at the last minute. just when its about to be resolved, something smacks right into your face again. just tell me what i really should do. does music have to be this way, when everyone gets so competitive about it. does it have to be just that you have to be good enough to start a stir-up. but what the fuck. cocky bands, rude bloody mother fuckers who sit there watching their ass off, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT AT ALL.

and next its in a pub. yea, a P-U-B. not C-L-U-B. and then there are cops cos we're underage. and then you don't even know what's up next cos you just bloody shit fuck don't know. i didn't know it'd get this stressful.

and there's the mother fucking up in a week's time. like a week and a half. oh great, the school should just fuck and off. mrs leaw shouldn't just fuck off. but fuck off and die. i guess i won't even be doing well at all, so stop bothering me like a hound. stop threatening me with the O's. just learn to fuck your own ass, and keepy our hairy white ass to yourself. that will do just fine.

yea its my fault for playing too much in sec.3 but sometimes can't you see how hard we're trying to catch up, not to our own expectations but to yours and the school. sometimes you just don't see. has your fair complexion brought upon cataract in your eye. yea whatever. just screw us up and thank you for fucking me in the ass.