Your face is loosely sculped fragmented, pigment and drive.
You're dying to spill the guts to me, but I'm not that kind of guy.
Oh no here it comes again, the dam has burst leaving me beneath
I hope we all learn to swim, because the dam has burst again.
There I am crushed beneath the lee-way.
A cork stops the whining but my ears won't stop vibrating,
someone please swing her by her ponytail to stop her episodal crying.