Living a life of deceit in self constructed world of lies,
Where we look on,
Now the weed has gone,
And now there's nothing left to talk about.
Chancin her way,
Through all of her day.
One provides the rent, another her image, another her esteem.
All taking care of the demands of all her personal instincts & needs.
I know everything and you all are everything to me-
Give me what I need & I'll make you feel good til I need you no more.
Then I'll be gone,
Like a free spirit.
Get with it man cos I take it all,
In return you get my smile while I count your money, because that's how I roll.
Well I woke up one day,
Got free from your spell, & your smell & your self-made corner of my own private hell.
You stay wrapped up in your stupid, imagined world.
You're not my diversion & you're not welcome in my world.
You hairy, manipulative, lying little girl.
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