Wesley Garrett - Disturbance

You think that you are all of that.
You just don't know I will attack.

I freaking hate you, I wish you were dead.
Can't believe i haven't cut off your head.

Your presence makes me so damn mad;
To make me happy is to make you sad.

I cry with tears of angry passion,
because my feelings have no ration.
I can't believe you told me that;
You just don't know I will attack.

I cry with the passion of the lost love
as that of separated turtle doves.
I said that I wish you would die
but who knows, maybe, I Just lied.

You're just as beautiful as night and day,
and all I have is this last thing to say:
I truly think you're all of that;
I hope you know I won't attack.

Wesley Garrett

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