It's the blunder over my head making thunder every moment,
Making me surrender every  second,
With it's every nasty glare,
but don't wanna care …
To the **** ,every ******* which made me cry knowingly how much it hurt ,
But they did the crime,
I really don't want to match this rhyme,
But big salute to those who make me hard to rise,
You really wanna know who were all behind,
Speaking pathetically and sarcastically they were none other than me ,
It was me who took those ******* so seriously,
Now I feel how much creepy and cheesy their smile ,that even don't enough to hide their witchy crimes,
Yeah I really am hurt but I won't give up over these mean minds ,
With both hand folded l would say
Go and get your *** drilled somewhere else…
I'm really not one for your tricky mind….