Pot Pi

He's shattered ice. Pick up the piecez and watch them form, reflecting back at me, into a puddle of memories. Whatcha gonna do??? Follow me now or stumble through??? It's doesn't matter to me. The handz of fate are determining.
It's only survival. What??? Take the weight off your shoulders. What???
Fear "nevermore", a day in the life of a suicidal whore, infected with a disease. Anyother dose of "reality"??? Whatcha gonna do??? End it all now??? Is it too late you choose??? It doesn't matter to me. The handz of fate are determining.
It's only survival. What??? Take the weight off your shoulders. What???
I'm adore you, "nothing more than a suicidal whore, infected with a disease". Another dose of "reality"??? Where would you rather to be??? Save in the handz of God or with me??? What??? What??? What??? Come to me...ha...ha..ha..ha.