Playing with Fire

You played with my love

You played with my heart

I hope that when you die you feel excruciating pain, and your nostrils fill with sticky farts.

You played with my love

You played with my heart

I hope that when you find the one you truly love, she ripped your heart apart.

Published by Zeikybaby

I’m a person full of pain and optimism; reaching for the stars and beyond View all posts by Zeikybaby

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