Goodluck

You say I can trust you
But can I really?
I tell you my feelings
And you just laugh at me

What should I think?
Should I just walk away?
I try to talk to you
But you have nothing to say

This doesn't make sense
My god you're a puzzle
With the way you want
Your 'girl' to wear a muzzle

You like sex, hot pushovers
That do what you want
And cater to your every wish
Someone you can flaunt

Well, they always leave
Because they wise up
So have fun finding more
I wish you goodluck

~MiiSELF~