Who Needs Ya?

Who told you your style is on point with all the joints intact - Your actions stinking irrational is your thinking on keeping pace with intimate space-Your lies die in the eyes of trust a must to call this thing an us-Flawed is your method of reason pleasing no one but self psycho-narcissist you attempt to exist calling me a we - you bitch - Gone is that feeling held by me to please you and stand on loves doorstep calling your name - Tamed is the passion that your ass gave up - fucked up glory - A familiar story - You are so lame - Your usual shame exclaims......