Emmita

I was burnt so low, its been three weeks, did you have places to go, was it so damn easy watching me seek, if you were keeping it real, like you turned to stone, it all reeks, you could have let me know, why say there's no need, nothing to make you speak, just a feeling about me, was it the child, frozen against your bones, could it have been so, you didn't raise your tone, tell me get up off my knees, when the cock crows, everything's revealed.