because of me she hates the world she fell in love when my tongue flip her switch and shined her Pearl she Treasures me I am her secret world she has a husband I have so many more she rents to ride she wants to buy she asked no questions I tell No Lie we both know the truth will only make her cry my heart is Black dead and dry one picture a knife on her wrist one picture of finger inside or open slit her text message read "my last thoughts Will be... you make me drip!" Dear what's her face: I'm sorry!