Performance is actually fun.
Like, really fun.
It's probably one of the funnest performances I've had.
Even though its screwed up and all, but we still goof around alot.
LIKE YESTERDAY OMGGGGGGG HAHAHAHAHAHA SO FUNNYYYYYYYY.
JONES YOU BIG HYPER OL' MAN GO HAVE MORE FUN SPAMMING MY TAGBOARD AND DONT CALL ME SCABS AND YOU ROCK COS YOU LOVE RAP AND IMMA DRAG YOU TO [HELL (LOL NO)] LEARN DRUMS WITH ME.
I hope I can stay out till eleven to watch the fireworks and I can go home late.
And I also hope my parents aren't gonna go watch.
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- The city is at war; playtime for the young and rich.
- burn her picture.
- HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY.
- I'll love you forever; forever is over.
- I used to be Love Drunk; now I’m hungover.
- though hope is frail, it's hard to kill.
- and find yourself with your face in the gutter.
- Never knew a girl could be so goddamn cold.
- death to the ones at the end of the serenade.
- And why; I just don't know.
- i need ta cool her down.
- Well, now the caretaker's the undertaker.
- look at shit through each other's eyes.
- and baby cos it's over.
- scabs (suck).
- they call me STEVE.
- cos when a heart breaks, no it don't break even.
- cos i got time while you got freedom.
- just prayed to a god that i don't believe in.
- i'm still alive but i'm barely breathing.
- shut up.
- so don't hold me down; i just wanna fly.
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