A New Woman
love fool
Is love a game.
Is love lame.
Is love meant to tame.
Should we all have to be the same.
Why is there some kind of shame.
Why lie.
Why deceive thy.
Why iz you hurt thee.
Why make blush and heart broken she?
Blush is cosmetic fake, but this ain't it's pain for real.
Thou she left those rough lips waiting to be tender by a kiss from your lips to seal.
For why thee never make she heal.
All she wanted was you take out her heart you is all thee will feel.
Thee is't love fool.
You're foolish and never played cool.
For she did drool.
Over you many time.
for all you is all her prime.
You not here she commit among her self a sin of crime.
For suicide the knife, the window the sword.
Is love lame.
Is love meant to tame.
Should we all have to be the same.
Why is there some kind of shame.
Why lie.
Why deceive thy.
Why iz you hurt thee.
Why make blush and heart broken she?
Blush is cosmetic fake, but this ain't it's pain for real.
Thou she left those rough lips waiting to be tender by a kiss from your lips to seal.
For why thee never make she heal.
All she wanted was you take out her heart you is all thee will feel.
Thee is't love fool.
You're foolish and never played cool.
For she did drool.
Over you many time.
for all you is all her prime.
You not here she commit among her self a sin of crime.
For suicide the knife, the window the sword.
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