His sisters
Love,
His misters lost.
**** tease,
Is **** the cost.

Please tell me
I'm kinda ******* lost
And is my soul the cost.

Don't call me - I'm *****,
Dumb *** always flirty,
Guess I got what was coming
The feeling of degradation when
He was *******.

Don't satiste me with words
That float like birds
In air, they're meaningless.
They're never there.

I can't be me
In the presence of you
I'm just a doll ,
Just a beach for you to
Take a stroll.

Just lost justice and cold,
Sinister soul soled
For like clay for him to
Mould
While I rot like the foulest
Mould.