Candia, you suck.
Fine, I'll just shut up and let you say all you want. Because whenever I try to say what I think, its always wrong. It's just freaking wrong right. You think you're so great. Whatever. Exellent. You've got me pissed. Thanks, okay, thanks. What is your bloody problem. Why must you always spoil my mood? Bitch. Fuck.

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?