Hesta

You'll pay a heavy score, my eyes are savage blue, love is a running sore, no sense of ease, always in your room, you never do say please, I’m not just a whore, sat here in the gloom, a footfall for your cause, it’s bad on this street, no one hears good news, even when they scream, I hack at lousy chores, turn my life askew, sweat in furious pause, why shout and swear at me, spitting out your spume, only fools don’t heed, I’m already over you.