| So many lovers, so Little heart |
| The lips you kiss turn to piss ashes, from the burning souls to make a born leader lose control lust with sluts, great concept people who are placed often get lost in space never to return to you I feel cheated I feel used write a book "tonight the whores cruise" only to be subjected to an emotional downfall leave the trash on his knees to crawl you abuse sex, I abuse drugs I want freedom, you want thugs I like couches, you like burns from rugs I like stars, you like filthy bars does this sound like a pair go on tell me you care you hate me |