a waste of paper
of space

she took her time
she lost her mind

she cut her hair
due to the wear

she wished to vanish
to disappear...
maybe today
maybe in a year

hello mother weeping away,
soaked sorrowly in your tears.
its time to go to your show that youll put on today,
it does not matter what you want like any other day,
its what you get you little **** and its payday.  
dont worry i promise to not let you fall, after today no one will hear you ball.