It was one week after my birthday
It was when she was right left me
I guess she was just thirsty
For an ex lover she effed me
Silent desolation my conversation
Resulting in a depressive isolation
I am also afraid of confrontation
Judged a character not reputation
Choose love and choose adoration
Sit down for the hard conversation
Take charge love large yes sir sarge
Internal self motivating delegation
Out yours and in their hands
All for themselves days end
Misleading messages sent
Powerless iron will defence
Crept past opened door hinge
Goldilocks four foot four inch
Just right she ate the porridge
Got nice flavored taste orange
Slept overdosed slice of toat
A brat more blunt than most
Around the castle giant moat
No way passed it sink or float
We can not achieve our desires
Take a step back up get higher
Climb the ladder future brighter
Before your time or life expires
Nunca voy hacer una puta
Quiero libre o quiero lucha
Como una poco cambucha
O cervesa por vida es dula