You deserves a lamp shade not a melting candle for woe is me, that I sojourn in obscure.
You deserves a clean sheet not a grime rag for woe is me, that I no pure.
You deserves a doctor not a band-aid for woe is me, that I no cure.
Woebegoness lingered on my soul so dont be a fool.
Then who is you to tell that thee? Saith the nobleman that captured the heart of me.
Then who is woe? If I can be the lamp shade to light the obscure sojourn of thee.
Then who is woe? If I can be the clean sheet to wipe the impurity of thee?
Then who is woe? If I can be the doctor to cure thee?
Who is woe?
Woe is me if you give up thee.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
You deserves a lamp shade not a melting candle for woe is me, that I sojourn in obscure.
You deserves a clean sheet not a grime rag for woe is me, that I no pure.
You deserves a doctor not a band-aid for woe is me, that I no cure.
Woebegoness lingered on my soul so dont be a fool.
Then who is you to tell that thee? Saith the nobleman that captured the heart of me.
Then who is woe? If I can be the lamp shade to light the obscure sojourn of thee.
Then who is woe? If I can be the clean sheet to wipe the impurity of thee?
Then who is woe? If I can be the doctor to cure thee?
Who is woe?
Woe is me if you give up thee.