coming to terms.

Now she likes the offspring, when shes always been like: who the fuck are them?
You used to like her clothing, when she was no wannabe, now you stare at me and think: I better think twice next time. Outfits may not be there when you need it most.

Now you talk about shit, stuff you still can handle, but I aint no stupid, pretenders get their candy and its gonna be so hard hard hard in the eeeeend!