No doc, they’re not ruining me, they make me die.They ripped open my strings, old foxes, they lie!They can’t play me and they don’t know how or how loud.They play off key, they let go breathing halfway out.They play me like cumbersome...

For breakfast what's better, mama?Yogurt? Grenadine and cologne!Promise to live with no drama -And live alone.All words with lies are intertwined,For words you are held liable.Please, try not to multiply liesAnd keep silent...