Rücksack

I see a sixteen-and-a-half year old vixen shoot me a nasty look She perks her nose in disgust And returns to her japanese backwards book Surely arsenic can't get through a sealed tight plastic bag I hope that she just realized The ugly fucking fag I am Every gaze I meet could be a death sentence Anyone here Could take away my only chance of repentance I'm glad I have my own self loathing to blame I'm glad I have my own self loathing to blame