Where's my heart?
I'm colder than the poles
I left him without any words
His reputation on the floor
His poetry sucks
Without his muse, he's emotionless
With that whore, he's careless.
His pain won't make me vent No forgiveness for his unfixable mistake.
My boy is broken inside like a candy cane
He can't even sympathize or taste life again
My boy is bleeding sweet jelly
from his heart and mind
He's tart to the core,
the flame was ephemeral
But my glamour is eternal
I'm sweet like butterscotch,
She's milk that got spoiled
I'm gold, she's just cheap foil