Your problems are your fault
She always says with a roll of her eyes
I want do jump at her
For making my soul cry

Is my fault my husband left me
For another woman?
Its my fault I have hardly any hours at work?
Is it my fault sometimes people just wanna be jerks?

I'm broke all the time because I have lots of bills
My epilepsy keeps me sometimes very ill
I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me
But don't be a ******* *****, I plea

You live with your mother
So you have NO bills
So if I want to cry sometimes
When I just feel defeated
And think its worthless to try

Just listen to me vent
About barely making rent
And that I look at my bank account
As see my moneys all spent

Sorry if it sounds whiny
Or that I feel sorry for myself
But sometimes my problems
Just aren't my fault

A goddess of ****** desire
Transfixed by her image of perfection
A lady of lust

Slick with sensuality
She stands bold, and bare, and brazen
Long lucious hair
Skin dripping with promise

The absolute embodiment of arousal
Her fair skin is like silk
Soft and perfect

The curves of her body attract angels
Her *** pure and innocent
She is an angel
A warrior
Perfection
A woman