You seem to replace your brain with your heart. You take things so hard, and then you fall apart. You try to explain, but before you can start. Those cry baby tears, come out of the dark.
Cry, baby, cry, put your finger in your eye. And tell your mother it wasn't I.
HEY BRICK?.......HEY BRICK!..... BRICKVADAR!......BRICK!.....…...DON'T YOU HEAR HIM BRICK?.....FOR FUCK SAKES MOVE THIS THREAD TO DAYCARE....PLEASE. ALL THIS BITCH SLAPPING, MOANING AND GROANING IS GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE....BRICK!
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