I was standing there when you fell,
And I could smell your fear.
I was writing words all the time,
A little rhyme, you'll hear.
They say you're such a little worm,
They love to watch you squirm,
They can't help that you're a germ.
Fuck my friends!
She was fucking everything in sight,
Spent your nights in hell.
Little things were filling her with hate,
You set the date, for me.
They say you're such a little worm,
They love to watch you squirm,
They can't help that you're a germ.
Fuck my friends!
Writer(s): Lane Robert Todd, O'neil John Patrick, Windley Kenneth Lyle, Writer Unknown
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