I am over that, go smoke crack
have a heart attack while you crap
I never want your *** back
Watch how you get your fix
like ******* ***** and ******* ******
stupid ******* trick
filthy nasty ***** *****
I pray you end up given up
press your luck and get ******
But that's how it goes
sometimes it blows, hard a bows
frost bite in that December snow
all because of these god dam hoes
our world is hooked on a product
and that stinking *****'s got it
that's why I need some ******* healing
from all this coping with the emotion
of this lack of devotion
like I'm drifting out into the ocean
lost in an endless sea of co-motion
splashing and thrashing, gasping
forgotten is that so called love everlasting
all we have left is lust
an i know one thing i can trust
seriously there had to be something
hard to believe I was ******* nothing
after all you should not have said
the piles of ******* I was fed
you did your best to fold me
handcrafted hate could not hold me
for i carry with me his faith
you know not what it would take
no iron gate will slow me down
for I have always found
looking back takes me back
the panic attacks, oh how you'd snap
I never needed any of that
I can't make up all you lack
I've had all I can take
you sealed your fate
its like I am finally awake
telling you its to dam late
sometimes i wish you weren't so fake
that you didn't blow out the candles on our cake
but I have just lost that fire
that hot burning internal desire
its long been done
lost all its dam fun
this drama is definitely over
of course that's the luck of an Irish clover