Haha, I wrote the first part of a song in syrillic, and now I can't remember what it says. Damn you memory. Oh well, maybe some other time. I need to do laundry. they called me fire because they couldn't stand the touch called me a liar cause bitch wasn't enough they tried to take it from me but nothing would succeed they cut me through the heart and expected me to bleed I lay on the floor listening to the rain wasted long summer nights wrapped inside my pain love was never present so I knew you'd never care all that's left is resentment and it never felt so fair