Mrs Mary mother of God


I am lying down.

The wind from the fan is hitting my back.

I keep thinking that you're bad luck.

But I can't stop thinking about you.

I can't wait to have you back.

Even if.

Your heart is full of lust.

I gave you all my trust.

I was afraid to speak my thoughts.

We should give up.

Yes, we must.

I was afraid to speak my truth.

I know it hurts.

I can still quench your thirst.

You need to show me your weakness first.

Breathe in and breathe out.

Clear your mind and hear me out.

You hate me, you hate me.

You hate me when I'm with you.

You love me, you love me.

You love me when I'm not.

It's fine, fine, fine.

But I love you all the time.

I shouldn't be attracted to you.

I'm sure this must be voodoo.

I'm freaking out, don't know what to do.

Mon cher c'est effrayant, it's scary.

I need some holy water from Mrs Mary mother of God

A blessing from the big J.C.

'Cause again, I'm where I shouldn't be.

Oh no, oh no, we did it again.

You should be happy but your face says it all.

You don't need to explain.

Yes, I should leave it.

Yes, I must retrieve it.

All my clothes are everywhere.

I lost my underwear.

I can't find them anywhere.

It doesn't matter.

I need to get out of here.

I keep thinking of what was said.

It's really sad what we said.

I keep thinking of what you said.

And you meant what you said.

"You are not welcome here".

It's really hard to hear.

It's fine, fine, fine.

"You were never mine".

I know that now. Your game is foul.

You kept me on pins and needles.

All I needed was a pair of scissors.

I am glad now that I am out of here.

I am glad now that I'm out, on the clear.

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