Oh! My Bo! How many Times have I? Times I didn't pick up my phone? Times I faked Love with clones? Times I left You asking alone? Times I lied, Иeeded 2 atone?
Oh! My Bo! How many times have I? Broken brittle bones by tripping So then crushing You underneath My stupid fathead like a stone Thrown by Me in a dunce cone?
So throw Me back to my glass home Where hypocritic Al opens Me like A Tome 2 read RΘ 4 revealing NöИø Blue cover blown §inister B shown 'cause Δ11 which Satan savors, so Hates God, I own Like red witches Held ToGetHer by Green stitches & Burgundy bitches as if snitches 2 Expose aliens on missions & so be Mean 'cause seen like Evil liches Neon anomalies & glowing glitches