Look at her
Swollen face
I'm so worried about it
Love is not enough
After the disgrace
After all
Allegations are disturbing
Sometimes she's so heavy
luckily afraid of water, though
No floating boat would handle it's
Disturbances and loads and loads
Of stoned blonde girls in undies,
she discloses.
Where to go
Where to go
With only on eye hole opened?
What to do
What to do
If the only thing she had left
Left her for you?
I write this spell for she has no fingers no more
To type her voice printed in an ink shore of
Lines and lines of blabbering lies,
She knows for sure.
No mystery solved.
Who is there?
It's me and I choke you off
It's you and you put me aside
She's not there, no she isn't
There to be scared of what we'll
Become.
It's just a hide and seek kind of prom.
I'm out
I'm here
She's gone.
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