I Write Poetry

live by the sin & die by the sin
celebrate your crown made of tin
For how many things you may ignore
celebrate your self for being a whore

tonight we drink, we drink for your sake
tonight we drink vanishing everything fake
to tell a story of this stupid lass
to catch that dream that will gently pass

I wish that you live and you live long
while touring the world with that thong
celebrate yourself for things u'll ignore
celebrate yourself for being a whore

I love you whore, I love you whore
I love you whore, I love you whore
am sure you heard lots of that crap
while you were dancing on others lap

yes you're right my heart is not enough
yes you're right you don't need this stuff
celebrate your crown celebrate your throne
celebrate your self for staying alone

I pity you not for what I did of deeds
I do pity your dirty ugly needs
for the grief they brought you & nothing more
for Royalty title calling you whore...