A Bitch’s Game

Funny feeling in my bones
charred, but smoky nice
looks like I was on fire but didn’t notice
too obliged making you feel alright
while falling smooth and nice
being human was my plight

And, more funny when I choked
you said it was something I didn’t eat right
Aren’t you just a beautiful sore sight
those lucky unconcerned eyes

Here let me help you kill me, my dear
my living might be an ugly ride
don’t make it slow in my name
just stab me already
later, I still might be alright

Please just say already someone else’s name
don’t make my love a bitch’s game.

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