Sometimes I think the cycle never ends, We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again. And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth, The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse. But if I move my place in line, I'll lose. And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
Arguing on the internet is like competing in the Special Olympics: even if you win, you're still retarded.
fucking rocks: music, art, hair, makeup, honesty, sincerity. fucking lame: racism, fakeness, random unnecessary rudeness, country music.