I make a cup of tea for myself
But your greedy hand sweep in and take it
You raise it to your evil lips,that could make the dark look like neon yellow
You scrunch your nose up,because there's too much sugar,not enough milk and it isn't the right temperature

Honey I am no ones cup of tea,
So next time make your own **** tea and leave me to drink mine

lovE is Evol
Just spell it backwards

My emotions are like a flower shop
You admire the beauty of the flowers up front
That you hardly notice the wiltering ones at the back