I pray your brakes go out running down a hill.
I pray a flower pot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like i'd like to.
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls.
I pray you're flying high and the engine stalls.
I pray all your dreams never come true.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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