i missed a call from the
past,i had to flash back
remembering true love
without cash bag,way
back before hashtag

she used to be
covered with the
blood of Jesus
but now she is
covered with ****
from peanuts
i know her heart had
cuts from scissors

this a story untold
she had the heart of gold
it was stolen,then sold
now I will have to be bold

don't judge me
if I still love her
don't judge me
when you see
me hug her

I know she can go
back to who she was
she needs someone
she can trust

even though she is a ***
i always give her a rose
coz she pictures me a king
I have to do the pose
I understand how life goes
it's a cold world which
made her heart froze