Bitch: As Jesse Pinkman Would Like To Call You

This looks like we were strong

but now we lost the calcium of the bone we formed

don´t try to call me bitch at night crying to the phone

cause i will leave the tone to ring alone

nowadays I´m slipping like best like a bay better than ever before

since I had teared from you that fucking sheep uniform

which hided your real you bitch

make me feeling like a broken toy

the thought of you poisoning my stomach butterflies

and turning them to worms looks like it is painting your name at my fist

But I would never hit you or touch you like that cause I´m that sad guy way who prefers to be himself hurt and not others

the one that in first place run to his room to disappear from the world to flood it by tears

that are singing love songs to a false reflex of you

to the one who supposed to be my goddess and not my own Lucifer and the one who left me diving in the blue

and also think that every time you saw me head down it arouses your cunt and makes you happier enough

to have more sex like that day it was clapping while I did cried to you

hardly sobbing complaining about my parents divorce

Bitch, fuck you! You really think it helped me?

Can´t you just realize for a moment you´re not the only one with feelings here?

Shit!

all I did at that point was playing along that with you cause all my problems bored you

and also it was a pretty manner to shut your stupid mouth too

you squeezed from me the hole hope of believing there is someone out there to love

respect or trust, but you kicked it at the nuts

and as your voice said

if I got a wife sometime she just will be treated like an apple-mouth pig to be punding every minute her ass

like you taught me

like you induced me to look at me like that crumbling person

so imma be grateful

excellent brainwash!

no doubt I´m angry searching for infesting your brain with the truths I´ve never said related to you

no expect to receive thanks or shaking our hands

or eating again what´s hiding in my pants

cause these same hands and fingers are the ones that still linger for writing this lines

reminiscing when you were mine and they were able to caress your cheeks and cheer them, but come on girl

you drained me

I´m not crying, I´m sitting in my throne at the bathroom trying to puke

my birthday´s croquettes you cooked through the anus

and for the future, less caring culture and more heart

or your next dog might die barking for a kiss at the yard

and better strenghten his leash than stabbing at his back

And for him, you don´t know homie how it hurts to see your photos together

and have this disability to warn you about that you will never expect

the day she will push away you from her life

when it seems that she is raising her arms to hug you, but it´s not

And for my beloved, thank you for giving me a lesson of what not to do to people

and illustrating me in the art form of assassination of souls

and show me that there are type of persons like you who provoke a harmful cancer that this motherfucking tobacco I´m smoking does

Bitch