I can't even write a poem.
You've really done a number.
Just kidding you already know i'm thumbing-
through my endless concourses of thoughts;
Loves just another.
Just like your other lover.
Step back, lemme tell some things to your 'mother'.
How you hurt me, and don't wanna come back
in the best season besides Summer.
Here's a fact, you're insane. You and I
live on two different plains of life.
I'll go wherever I want;
And you won't be in my sites.
My little berry. That was A lie.
You are the one. I said that. Why?
All of the above doesn't matter-
Enjoy your fake schooling-
my life's on a platter.