I ain’t here to be messed with
As I suck in every lasting breath
But God has made those creepeth
And all his angels are what’s left
Forgive me she’s so specific
But I’m guessing she’s scientific
She studies all of hieroglyphic
But I’ll die tonight so horrific
Nobody is that such as perfect
We have been in such a conflict
But this isn’t what I will expect
To her, I’m such a horrible reject
But there are no such things exactly
She’s so specific it’s so disfuncially
I must be going bonkers impatiently
Everyone has problems so imperfectly
At this point, I don’t really want to care
Even when I’m with her she’s in an affair
But it seems to be mistakenly contraire
I’ve been so lonely lately I can’t compare
Respectfully I can’t help but disagree
I am covered head-to-toe with debris
But she’s in college getting her degree
She’s getting it at Marquette University
I hope for the best she’s so specifically
I take her degree for a joke comedically
But I can’t see it in her future sincerely
But this is the story of her biographically
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