Zoey

You ask how I cope, If you could only help, sit around and mope, why play me suffering, act like a godsend, no need for your butter, stay out of my zone, think you mean well, don't bother me by phone, the words you utter, hidden in a prison cell, bring only the gutter, according to your tones, they sound a warning bell, a lighthouse to my soul, I start to mutter, take a ride to hell, you and my mother, my skin might need soap, but I’m not tethered, who needs your rope, save it friend ?