Abuse comes straight from your eyes
guess it blooms like a flower these days.
This betrayal wont let me go
keeps me questioning how does it feel being that kind of shit.
Although you still have no capacity
my fear cannot be embrassed
my morrow crawls in no affair
the sight of fear
how I adore
but the lack of it
I cannot contemplate
or so I've been told
the way it speaks
misses all the chills my bones had been counted
this human emotion wont let go
he is a right abuser
who wont even try to be a prime seducer
he is my type who comes with an ease
he doesn't even know how we recklessly contucted this grand finale
sincerely has sentenced the word abuse
it defenetely has been made for this
and you still have no clue.
Deception is on your hand
took me time to understand
the vivid of command
every wasted minute
is a wasted abuse within it.
