a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down my throat. I need your fists against my flesh. That would move me an honest inch. I am through with
Tercüme: Bled. Bir Wrecking Ball ile Sinekler swatting.
. Show me something real. You are nothing now without your friends. I'll cut you to ribbons. My favorite color of confetti. It's hard to threaten me with a