Oh surprise, surprise
Honey you‘re not funny tryna to fool me, telling lies, desguising your own tendencies to fantasize, but guess what you‘re the one, who needs to realize what‘s real life and what is not. spinning such a fucked up little plot and we‘re supposed to be living in it? But even humor got its limits, ain‘t it? Check your own brain if you’re propagating tumors on it?

I nomore know who to believe
Are you wrong or am I naive?
My mind is dull I can not receive
This ain’t my life I am being deceived

What’s the point of lying to me
Let me live my reality,
Check the facts, before spilling the te
How did you get your masters degree?

what do you even mean by he is gone, Doctor where should he go? He was sitting at our table, eating lunch, I was frying up some bacon, we dis glow life was in flow a couple of hours ago.
So you must be mistaken, whos life you are shakingsomebody elses corps must be lying on your table and you’re not able to tell them apart, he’s the most handsome creature, so it can’t be that hard to identify, my boy would never leave me without saying goodbye.
It’s 4'29 so he should be working on a client or standing in line to buy the wine for us to dine. So I am not going to whine because of your immense incompetence telling nonesense, using past tense on my lover, your gonna discover that you pulled the cover over another brother.

I nomore know who to believe
Are you wrong or am I naive?
My mind is dull I can not receive
This ain’t my life I am being deceived

What’s the point of lying to me
Let me live my reality,
Check the facts, before spilling the te
How did you get your masters degree?

I am equipped with enough grip to get that denial ain’t only a river in Egypt, in fact that is probably the case, my boy must have taken off on a trip to take off some time of our relationship, but will be back in a sec, cause we are a pack. We don’t come as single tracks on the rack, we’re not only snacks for each other we are soul food. How rude that would be, to leave me like a single pea on a plate, he’s my soul mate, since our first date in the back seat of that limousine when we still were teens, falling for each other in a heart beat, now you’re telling me straight to my face, that fate has taken another path and I should not wait for my babe to return, but to learn how to stop yearning for his touch
On my weak spots. Why the fuck do want me to feel lost?