peto

Filtered queen

She\'s edging back slowly but sure

My heart attack my world tour 

For what we lack there is no cure 

My heart will heal alone 

 

She reeled me in her love declared

An instant win my soul was bared 

Under that skin she\'s multi layered 

True colours never shown

 

Her inbox showed how much she lied

Emotions butchered chopped and fried 

As I walked out was she who cried

Into her microphone 

 

Somehow this all became my fault 

My open wounds her bag of salt

She opened up my feelings vault 

To see what she could own 

 

So please go back to where you\'ve been 

I can\'t unsee the things I\'ve seen 

A self appointed filter queen 

Let\'s simps construct her throne