Torn

she says shes torn,
I say shes wrong,
She needs to keep her own,
The one she sings as her song.

He is her love song,
I am her kush bong,
He is her sweet dreams,
I am her ice cream.
He makes her happy,
I make her heart bumpy,
He is her current,
I am her lovely talent,
He loves her,
I serve her.

I guess shes rily torn,
Whether to wear a panty or a thong,
If am right or wrong,
Bottom line is,
I want her as much.

Alone

standing here on a stage,
It feels kinda strange,
Reading my book of loves page,
My love is not around the range.

Its cold and chilly,
Alone for my unwanted love i feel stupid and silly,
I must have had faith rilly,
Now i know love is never for two but for a milly.

I loved her for real,
Now am beaten ten nill,
It sims she doesnt care how i feel,
Being with me sims to be a big deal.

This is the day we are to elope,
To our own world with hope,
Where fantacies would feel like high dope,
Wait a minute just stop,
am here without my woman