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+name+ J Harden +aka+ Hitman, Asshole +height+ 6'2" +shoe size+ 12 +birthday+ 10/05/84 +sign+ Libra +status+ Single +listening to+ Styx, Tool, and System Of A Down, +peeves+ Terrance asking me for sex daily. Pats voice on the mic.. +motto+ Live Long, Die Hard! +Define Myself As+ A Human Being. Someone who doesn’t really care, Rod Stewart, Not Attractive, Simple Minded. Im the best.. What can i say? +Bad Habits+ Smoking, drinking roooooooot beer, Playing With Certain Parts Of The Body.. Thumb Wrestling. +Things I'm Interested In+ What type of condom to use. Good Personalities. Good Music. |
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+More 411+ It's so nice sitting very still. In a room where no on else can feel. The pain that breaks my heart each day. I'm not ok. The sunlight shinning threw my window, lets me know i'm still alive. I wonder why I let you inside my heart. I'm such a fool. Paint my face in shades of blood and grey, while you take the seat right next to me. I should've know you were a killer and now I'm dead.You'll never know, oh you'll never know. The hardest thing about dying is knowing you'll never see the light of day . A gaping hole, shot threw my heart. A loss of connection from your poisoned dart shot from your tounge to end my life. But in blowing at the fire, you light your strife. My head it now spins, my ears bleed gold. I try so fucking hard, but I don't fit your mold. You gauged my eyes out, you ripped my heart out and now your gonna pay. I'll stab you one time, I'll eat your heart, so you feel my pain. Don't you know that, I always see you, in all my dreams. I wanna kill you. I wanna kill you. And now I've gone insane. Insane. |
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