Blow
You crawled your way inside with intent to control
and make me a desecrated toy to use
for fun and games
your entertainment
it took my life to realize
Life will be hard when lines are drawn to a mind
will you watch while I cross it
used to be overpopulated
now deserted
soon desecrated
Look at what you did
I love you for doing your own thing
I hate you
hate you
hate you
hate you
Look at what you did
I love you for doing your own thing
I hate you for leaving