Never Too Late-Three Days Grace.
101 words.
Don't put your fucking nose down at me. I'm not an animal. I'm human, I deserve your respect.
Francis, he tries to take care of me. He's not the best but at least he tries. I mean, I'd rather have him being the one bringing me the drugs and beer than one of you.
See these scars? You caused them. Every bleeding one of you. With your fine fucking cars and flash suits. My corset keeps me warm, don't offer my your blazer.
Now, before Francis gets back, tell me; do you want me on my back or on all fours?
