listen mister cant you see ive got to get back to my baby

im gonna be poked and prodded.
for the the next few weeks.
theres some uncertainties that need figuring out.
looks like im gonna have to suck the life out of you,
we all gotta get it from somewhere.
i gotta take it from you.

what do you think this woman is made of?

my bruises will fade once i leave here

but i have my scars that i can keep forever.

i think i should tell you that i have fallen.

its another confession.

theres to much silence when i think of the coming weeks

but its not the end of the world.

bring me coffee in bed

i dont want to get up.