Amy, sweet lewd Amy... The way she moans, its so obscene Whether shes crying or complaining aloud, And the way shes getting beaten, its arousing I cannot differ the sounds anymore, They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort Fuck this treacherous imagination of mine, If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there It feels like a bad soapopera, yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode She must be so beautiful I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much The mystery, of her real self, is far more interesting than actually knowing Introspection, yes I do fear its return It has forced me to review most of the basics concerning females I hear them, again and again, throughout the night I dont remember the last time I slept, And Im not feeling well, here, alone with my thoughts... Staring at a blank wall Battered and bruised, bleeding on the floor Worthless piece of meat, I know shes crushed But I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I dont want to Oh how I beg for complete silence...
amy, shes, soapopera, lewd, introspection