Hate is also like shit, I love to get rid of it.
Love is like shit, everybody got it in them.
These letters make words.
Maybe my kid can teach me how to be a father.
Live slow and notice your life.
Why call it life after death when it’s suppose to be different then life?
Life after death? I hope not.
From the day you’re born you live in the last part off your life.
And now suddenly it is my fault that you hate me?
I can’t be the one to blame, I’m way to busy ruining my own life.