P.S. Fuck You

She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision



Changing her sexual orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend



Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene



Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity



She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy



Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim



To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent



Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help



Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery



Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife



And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals



Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy



This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other



But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother



Attention whore and nothing more on bended knee across the floor



As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door



She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast



For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat



Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in



Or what she’s trying to ensue



But the only thing I can say is



P.S. Fuck You