Isn't it awfully nice to have a *****?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a ****?
It's swell to have a ******.
It's divine to own a ****,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest *****.
So, three cheers for your ***** or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your ****.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.

I'm firing a canon in D.
D for dastardly lullaby.
I dare not the tale
of the other six fails.
My pipes will wail
in the seventh sea's gale,
I search for the white whale.

did you think of me
when you were with them?
did you think of me
when you kissed them?
did you think of me
when you touched them?
did you think of me
when you made love to them?

did i ever cross your mind?
were you ever actually mine?
did you ever actually love me?
did i ever actually have the key?
do you regret it?
was i worth it?
do you even miss me at all?

do you think of me
when you hold her hand?
do you think of me
when she speaks of band?
do you think of me when she smiles at you?
do you think of me
when she says, 'I love you'?

i may never know the answers to these,
but the one answer i have is when someone asks me,
"do you still love him?"
and all i know to say is, "sadly."

the morning sets,
it nearly dawn,
the birds are chirping,
i awake with a yawn,
i see the bae
with a smile on his face
i close my eyes and say
"I wanna make-out with your face"
i go in hard, with him taking off my cloths
then he goes down town i yell and moan
we change positions like every ten minutes
I'm never now riding on his big ****
were still going its 9 am
i've came 20 times
but he's still going
we went on for two more hours
i'm so worn out and tired
i kissed him and went back to sleep
and he said "**** that was sweet"

We can remember it for you wholesale
once we clear the stage of initial erase
Sure I might lisp on a drunk night,
exasperated and claiming in collapse,
I'd rather pack rat the memories in one place
and consign my pain away to tall tales.
I'm drowned, running down wi-fi 6th street.
Printing my soles to follow my heels
as inescapably I lose track of me.

Okay how would you feel if I left you in the position im in right now I thought u didn't leave I thought you stayed but that was a lie as well why the **** would u like to me about easy **** for real it hurts some time ******

I wake in the middle of the night to a feeling
a feeling that's been gone for awhile
a feeling i can't understand or know what to do with it
this saddens is back
it went away, I felt amazing life was looking hopefully
but it all came crashing down
one little talk
things went from being great to
I don't think we should continue this
he got scared
and I got hurt.
like being punched in the heart
you hurt me
you're a ****
I don't forgive you.

Oh my god I'm going crazy he locked me in this **** house I can't leave I'm locked I feel like I am anyway I ******* hate him he should feel my ******* pain its his fault my life has gone to **** and he calls me a slute and **** **** him for real.

Past me was an *******
He didn't care that future self
would be miserable
selfish ****
I want to trade places
with that *******