How many times will this wheel spin 
Create the weave alike to cave in 
You shoulda known I’d be filled out, made to be put out, sought out
I shoulda known to practice a reserved attitude 
Reckless in approach 
And at this point 
I’m playing with the fire 
It’s dying like a roach 
Through with this burning **** 
When you ain’t even worth a spit 
I gotta call it quits 
I don’t take or put up fits 
I just do it for the kicks 
Kick in the ice and freeze © Jessica Stull