My mum is asking,
About Rosie,
I can't bring myself,
To tell her,
'tis no more,
Maybe if i deny it,
I wont fele sore,
But 'tis not true,
I know i always will,
I hope this works,
Out soon because,
I don't know,
How i feel,
Trude or Rosie?
Trude shares,
My feelings,
But i'm sure i love,
Rosie more,
But then i puzzle myself,
And think about Trude,
I'm scared,
I might fuck this up,
Fuck Rosie up,
Fuck Trude up,
Fuck my life up,
I know if Rosie dies,
I will die too,
But to Trude,
This is also true. |
