I cannot disguise, All the stomach pains, And the walking of the canes, When you, do come out, And you whisper up to me In your life of tragedy,
But I cannot grow, Till you eat the last of me, Oh when will I be free, And you, a parasite, Just find another host, Just another fool to roast,
I'm just sitting in my room, With a needle in my hand, Just waiting for the tomb, Of some old dying man, Sitting in my room, With a needle in my hand, Just waiting for the tomb, Of some old dying man?.
*gasp* ..oh..sith happens.. (said the jedi after he was backstabbed with a lightsaber by a sith)
si,da..Needles e prea tare
si needles rules
heres a fav
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