Mother of the season Do you snitch for a living Tell me all your reason. Life will be reasonable, If she’s visible To say the truth. Will be helpful’ You took my heart away, And you want me a *****. To do all in yo own way, Life’s unfair, I’m unaware. Until I fell for a godly *****, An educated witch. That took away my heart, To far away beach. Dunno tho, or a bridge. The day is now bright, You took away my life’ give me back my wife That I fell for’ at first sight You make us fight, At our differences. You set us apart With pretenses Educated witch Go please And bring back my queen.
Descending down in flames. Slowly but surely, I'm incinerating. I am one with fire until it takes, what little pride I have left. The betrayal of the inquisition and suffering of the trials. Are a walk in the park, compared to what you've done to me in this life. I want nothing more than to drink your tears and bathe in your utter failure.
My face is like my personal snitch. It betrays me by revealing what I'm feeling. The crease in my forehead shows worry, in some cases, anger. My quivering lip shows that I'm about to cry. My rapidly blinking eyes are tell-tale signs that I'm holding back tears. The twitch of my nose shows me being *******. My scrunched up mouth is me holding back my sharp tongue. Oh, why face are you such a snitch?