• You are so vain
    as a soul of ragous fire
    It is only plain
    that you make me tire
    I hate to cut in life
    But a schism strong will be
    O. disastorous, wife;
    unmade: catastrophe

    When I said yes I meant maybe
    Ima locked to death to be your baby
    Leave you I would, but- isn't that so normal?
    I think I'll just kill you.... I shant be same as everyone else;
    yes I think I would be more formal
    Don't fret, you didn't add much to the world anyway.
    In fact, I think you're absence will pay.
    Even though I never loved you,
    You never knew I didn't.
    No one's feelings are hurt;
    I feel rather good about this!
    I can sleep soundly tonight, thank you lover
    I will make sure a holiday is dedicated to you;
    You and your sudden take of leave...