I consider myself a well endowed social man. I've got the social dick of Ron Jeremy. I can wet you, and get you hard all with one swish of my hips. Not to mention, my charm is to die for.
(i won't let you close enough to hurt me no)
I can't seem to let myself out of my kingdom of vanity. I'm so obsessed with myself i don't believe they're worth it. But i don't think i'm worth it either. It's the first time i really understood the phrase, "the tables have turned."
I'm literally at the bottom of the food chain in a pair of Prada pumps. I don't deserve this.
But didn't i do it to myself?
(i won't ask you, to just desert me, i can't give you what you think you gave me)
I've got my jaw on the table, eyes wide open, in a sort of shock. I'm not supposed to fight for my respect again. I already did this.
I won't stand for turning tables.....i won't.
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