I imagine myself step into a fairyland, where everybody had a smile on their face. Funny words pouring like rain, lollipop was our standard concept. There we share those pains
Your mother would be sad, to see her little girl became a little bitch of another man. Why are you behaving this way? Does a broken heart worth to take the chance? Can’t you see, you’re just a piece of meat to him.
I was born with a curvy spine Can’t stand straight in my wicked mind Not related to the Notre Dame hunchback For the pleasure, I think I'll compose a few more wicked rhymes (For the pleasure, I think I can use a few more wank)
Is it that odd, to love someone so much. Love the very worst of what they are. But it’s too far, miles away there rise a star. where I could see, but hardly touch. Waste it away, pouring my love into the drain