You use your lips to think you deceive,
Ops, you shall receive.
You use gossip for gaining girls,
I am sorry, this world owns no pearls.

Soil is weeping,
No one to wipe.
Grapes are ripe,
Let’s make wine, and keep broom sweeping.

“Maybe he trusts you!”
In reality there is no you,
We owns us to use you as post,
We know within your chest,
Messages will never roast.

World owns no trust,
We know jealousy is what the world
Confides in our hearts.
We live in hurts,
Who thinks we are bliss in every eye,
It’s just lust.
That’s all that makes us try.

Trolls with short mind,
Call for don’t mind;
That’s how we get discovered.