I think your a character with an evil soul,
out of control, falling into a bottomless hole.
Nothing a pretty girl should ever wish to know,
smarmy little know it all.
I can see your evil, from the moment you decided to approach,
you want to try to break me with the shards of your dark putrid soul,
but there your problem lies, I don’t wish to know.
Why would I want to sit and listen all about your day,
they’re all pretty similar, just never quite the same.
Is it that you want to hear all about my day?
Why would I wish to tell you a thing, so you can bring the storm again,
but its like I said,
yesterday was pretty much the same.