I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
Probably God, personally delivering a plague
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Except for the day before the day I met you, this is the happiest day of my life
