I rise
I extinguish to the alarm
7:30
I call conversations to you
As much rage
I do not hope to you
I do not see you
I go crazy you left to
Me you lay to
Me I do not want to you.
Not, not, not, not
But with these games
I am not a
Barbie of plastic
I have soul
I have soul.
I am in house
Reading your letters
Is excrement
I am stupid idiot by love you
You cause pain to me.
Not, not, not, not
But with these games
I am not a
Barbie of plastic
I have soul
I have soul