Elise

I don't need a shrink, tell my lover go away, give me time to think, what I might disown, like a butchers display, is sight of his bones, I know what you're thinking, you don't need to say, his house is a sink, a letter from home, says come on love pray, hostage only rules sorrow, I teeter on the brink, though whole winter's days, slipping on an ice rink, the stuff that I down, trying to mitigate, would make a Jock blink, i'm not playing for kicks, the surface of my rege, is no easy trick, my foot's on his tail.