She only asks a little favor but causes big trouble
Talks small but much often
Looks lively at day light but mad face at nights
Tightly attached to worries but thinks she's cool
I kindly ask her to leave but won't
Told me we're meant to be around for each other
Told her then we're destined to kill one another or you're meant to finish
Whatever good I might have started by your messy life
She says do you mean my love as such
Replied yes if that's love I don't need it for it kills me all
And leaves me broken and widely opened to foreign attacks
Take some time and to adjust yourself
Maybe some day I'll strip with you!
R