He said when he told me about his thoughts
I might have been
Completely unresponsive
At the door the thought was pa**ed
The shots were called
It was made to last
Cause he wants it
I am not for sale
Cause i'm not ready to be bought
Leave me on the shelf so i
Quickly start to rot
Wake up slowly, girl. you're obsolete
The world is at your feet
Yes, it tastes so sweet to be empty
For a while. just please don't smile
Then your cover's blown
We'll know you're not a clone
Or a genius