I don’t understand this god complex
Am I his or am I hers?
I left the door wide open
but my heart told me it hurt

I don’t understand these rhymes
You tell me, I don’t understand this practice
Of perfecting perfection,
you kicked me out into the hall, “sleep on the mattress!”

Am I his or hers?
This god complex
Of beating me by a fraction
I told them there was less pride more passion to sex

X3

X3

Josh