You're not going to see me again
I don't suffer from carvings
I walk with my feet
And your love was lame
You're a collection error
For my briefcase
Mockery of conversation
with my next boyfriend
Nobody will meet
Your real face
A common street thug , thief, parasite of the ego
And at the end
You give me sadness , you give me sorrow
Men like you serve for two things nothing more
Get in and out of my altar
Neirther my candle will you save
Men like you serve for two things only
To wish you bad
I don't have time left
I know that you're going to screw it up
You have so much talent
And you're not going to return
And you're going to follow
And I'm going to laugh at you
You don't worth a weight