I am busy packing
Burying the Betrayal
Rearranging the Trust
The house is nearly empty
There is nowhere to lie there
Its cold and dusty
Cobwebs adorn the corners and doors
Runaway to another state
A criminal charged wants to be caught
Flee to Florida, Arizona, Texas
Get FAT. Get FUCKED....
Rambler on the run,
Cannot run from yourself
Look in the mirror before you
Face the lie
Fester and rot with the fleas
A worm-laden heart
Is what you own now
Tear it all apart
There is no more home
Nowhere to hide
No place for tantrums
Charm and acting school days are done
And I feel like a bitch
For believing the lies
For believing in you
And for believing in what I "thought" we had
A Cheap party thrift whore,
charms people like soulless snakes
No wonder you cluck through the pen of hens
Because you, my dear, are a cock.
