I woke up this morning and found I was dead apparently I expired last night in my bed coffee seemed unlikely the butter the bread figured I may as well go back to bed
She must be sacrificed Now the time has come There's only so much one can take For money or for Love First it was for Mother And for her sanity Now it's for another This Time it's for Me
Even Narcissists Can Cry It's not beyond My Imagination It must hurt so bad to lose The object of One's Manipulation But it doesn't matter to Me I can't Control Destiny Or beg for Your Affection
If Jesus really loved me He'd send a woman to me tonight Like the ones I see in the movies On the illicit websites If Jesus really loved me He'd set the record straight All women would be mine And Hermann Hesse would be right