rank narcissism  

    
you're bitter, cold, and wreckless    
I couldn't love you more    
with all your calculated rage    
you excite me    
   
I told you not to touch me    
but you did    
filthy from fingering narcissism     
   
you smell like another woman    
fishy and repugnant    
I rub you in my cunt    
so you smell like me    
   
defeatist, self-centered whore    
you took my hand stuck it up ism's butt    
said, after all, we both think our shit don't stink    
   
lonely hookers...    
we pimp our thoughts out...why?    
because we're both narcissistic twats    
who like to talk about the star of the show    
ME, no ME bitch please    
   
even though I love the rank of your pussy    
all be keeping my hands to myself    
masturbating my madness    
   
all to please me