Love, Betrayal, and Reflection

I really hate that I can't help but fall in love. I see your

face and every time it fucks me up. I think about the times I

didn't do enough. I see the times that I went out and I did way

too fucking much. If I ever see his face, I'll fuck him up.

Because that bitch was dumb enough to call my bluff, aye.

I'm glad he left me when my life was getting rough. Because he ain't

seen me when I'm fed up and I really had enough. Let me catch

him, fill his body up with slugs. It's just a warm-up and I