There are flowers in the attic
And I am screaming myself to sleep
Dammit! where are all the flowerpots in the city?
For the city is full of lies...
I am hot, I am hot, I am hot!
Or am I feeling things?
There is no lust in this lackluster
I must escape my mind...
And truly I am losing my mind
What feeling do I get
When I burn this town?
And I shall burn it down to the ground
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot! I say
For the city's in ruins because of me...yet I feel invisible in this world
For I am a woman and I aim to tease...
Oh pass me a margarita please
Let us get drunk in a plastic cup
And then we can stick our heads in the refrigerator
For I can't stand this heat in the kitchen...
And my boobs are wet from the sweat
And I am sweating all over,
I can't control this body heat...
Is anyone else hot in here?
For I am a woman
And I am in a bad mood,
Or is the devil playing with my emotions?
For it is so hot in here, please!
Please save me from this hell!
And my head is as cold as ice
My mind is numb to the world
And I have no idea how I'm feeling, really
I just know that I am a ghost to complete narcissism;
Stay away from the lilies!
I dare you to please me
For sex is invalid anymore...
And sex is running away from this argument...
I dare you to pop your ego with a pin.
Invisible menopause! Invisible menopause!
Will you ever be above the laws?
The laws in which we scorn from our mothers?
For I am an invisible woman to her...
For she hated me since I was a child...
There is a story behind a mother's love,
For a mother's love can be deadly!
And you wonder why
I have invisible menopause
I can't even win when it comes to me,
I just waver in my self-wavering
And we all cry when there's a dirty movie
Covered in poop and shame...
Does invisible menopause
Make the woman lame?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 19th, 2024 00:19
- Category: Unclassified
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