And so the story goes of how a ***** got so cold,
and as in ***** I mean me,
yes Im a she;
I dont give a **** if you dont like my linguistics,
but anyway let me get back to the real ****;
As I was saying of how I got so cold,
you know how it goes,
how when stupid **** keeps repeating itself it gets ******* old;
**** being cold,
its now to the point my heart is getting old;
Nah scratch its getting old, its ******* dead,
it ******* dried up and disintegrated, no love to be felt or said;
Its no longer doable like calculus,
its gonna take a ******* alchemist
to revive something that is lost, never to come back again;
Any hope I had left is done,
in place of my heart now lies a gun
ready to shoot any *******
whos trying to play me for a sucker;
I refuse to suffer
so instead I just became rougher, tougher,
immune to all these ******* bluffers;
I dont believe **** none of ya say,
I cannot be dismayed
anymore
So please dont look at my love as something to implore;
Its ******* mine,
until the day that I die...
-E.G