When the last fierfly hits the sky, I´l fall.
When the sun goes down, my hops w´ll burn.
When the last leaf falls, I´ll bleed from inside.
When ever your alone,
I´m just whaiting fore the air to come out of your lungs,
fore your brain to explod slowly whit so mutch power you´ll suffer fore hours.
I hate when you breath, talk, walk. i hate it all,
You make my heart black, your making it cold like ice,
your just whaiting fore the cold black hole to swallow you whole.
but i got news fore you Hunni, the black whole pased your galaxy long tim ago....