Look I wrote something today,
Maybe because I have nothing I can possibly say.
Back with a vengence I couldn't anticipate
I see what you did there, can I blame?
With existence, you brought doubt.
I can't speak from you, I have no mouth.
Filled with your ovaries, I feel less complete.
Please don't tell me what to do for me.
Drag down my significance, trash my world,
Make me believe I can't survive your words.
Maybe I'll be good enough one day
'Cause we're all massochists babe,
That's why we keep living this way,
Take me away.
Make me be saved, slow me down on some Cs.
I should be fighting for this, but I shouldn't lose.
Everything seems like you're ripping me out,
But I guess its the lame of the longest game.
And dominate I will, win is what I will.
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