ironicly
i strum a few chords,
no one calls me a musician…
i throw paint at a few canvasses,
no one calls me an artist…
i string a few words together to entertain,
no one calls me a writer…
BUT YOU FUCK ONE PIG…
i strum a few chords,
no one calls me a musician…
i throw paint at a few canvasses,
no one calls me an artist…
i string a few words together to entertain,
no one calls me a writer…
BUT YOU FUCK ONE PIG…
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