what is life for me its a knife what can I do now do u still remember our vows but I guess some people are cows cuz all they say is hows death doing it must be chewing my anger is brewing hot temperature just like ur stepmother wasn't she trynna be an editor or a failer I guess we don't know yet ya telling me to get lost l said u better watch out don't get crossed over my line ur bit.. is mine cuz u had a line but u chose to cross it so now u dead, gone few years in jail for ur sister I still call ur dad mister.