Hope, Le Clown De Théâtre Try to understand. I'm not a wicked player. I can't play anyway. I'm a looser. Being crashed every night. Hurt me up. I don't feel it anymore. I don't care as well. Kill me? Won't take me out of your blowin' mind, dear.I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want you close to my home. I want you to cry like a baby in the rain. See you that night was a pain in the arse, you're so out of style, out of me... You're evil. So, don't call me, don't you ever try! or I'll kill you. Good Bye, slut.
Le Clown De Théâtre
