About me

I’m free, now
Got free of that fucking Accusation

Making me feel guilty

The rapist who calls me satan itself a satanist

We all know, now

It was in Dreamworld

Where you said

Someone told you i’m a Money grabber

So, Money’s already getting in the way

It’s natural you’re afraid

If Money 

Were to get in Love’s way

Love’s a gamble

I’m a bum with no money, job, or friends

And you’re beautiful

Why, bitten by my Love, do you shy away?

Love’s torture

In dreams of beastiality i’ve had of late

Accusation on my back, picking on me

Accusatory even in my sleep

Person after person

Judging me

But, with your love, G, i’ll be ok

I think my minds doing a good job

I haven’t killed myself yet

…cause my mind always follows my heart

And Love becomes me

Accusation told you i’m after Money?

Dont believe Accusation, i found out

In Dreamworld they’re a hypocrite

I have just a poem

And look, G, (sometimes)

I’m happy

In Love with thee