She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision
Changing her ****** orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend
Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene
Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity
She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy
Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim
To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent
Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help
Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery
Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife
And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals
Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy
This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other
But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother
Attention ***** and nothing more on bended knee across the floor
As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door
She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast
For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat
Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in
Or what she’s trying to ensue
But the only thing I can say is
P.S. **** You
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:39 AM UTC
She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision
Changing her ****** orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend
Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene
Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity
She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy
Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim
To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent
Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help
Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery
Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife
And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals
Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy
This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other
But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother
Attention ***** and nothing more on bended knee across the floor
As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door
She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast
For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat
Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in
Or what she’s trying to ensue
But the only thing I can say is
P.S. **** You
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