toilet poetryI came to you and played your game,To bring you what you lack,Id lay my own heart out in vain,So you could send it back,Broken down and filled with shame,Its good I have a knack,For hiding in me all the pain,From knives within my back,Im glad you think Im still the same,Hiding scars you can not track,I have only myself to blame,Its sad, its true, its fact.
It works a little with Paris Hilton, but not nearly as satisfying.
that reminds me, i gotta give you creds.