Better than being alone we compromise until worth ceases or work together
Whatever you say, I’m mister moody, showing moons, big ole booty
Opinionated yeah highly annoyed how you can call me sensitive then spit, friends use you and for loneliness you submit
Of course we know Edmond stay wrong, mental issues and we ask complications of being lukewarm
I see hurt around some corners you see around some too, certain people make me sick so I warned of the flu
Fuck it, I’ll admit being wrong if I am, just understand I detest dirty deceptive dupes
They’ll find themselves scooped promptly no forgiveness after the whoops, verbally buried and physically escorted outside
She’s never heard the song backstabbers, brother trying to watch her back before they grab her.