Manure and supplements,never a poison
But still,i got to enter the tube cage.
Fast pulse rates and heavy sighs,
Dropping down syringes and kneeling to pray!
But by stripes,arrived,
too much affection its barely hard to notice the wind.
Through blast furnaces,
you still strain to give me drops to quench my thirst
And heal my scars.
Seeing the rubbish that can turn to millions!
This is the story of a pirate,finding a map and the treasure too.
I am the pirate and you are my treasure.
You were my first love,
and i intend to be your last!
I’M A SUCKER PUNCH FOR MY MOM!