This might be the last love letter
To a soon gonna be gone mind
My door's locked every day and night
The whisper in my ear soon ganna be a bat bite
F*ck my mind delight
No I don't know much about cooking rice
I don't know why
I always thought it's the double amount of water
And that shit makes me crazy
I've been cooking rice for years now
A f*cking moaning cumming postcard
Theft of brain cells no alarm
A fat bitch like me should be able to see
Something better than butter
Is a real motherf*cker
In the end you can not pretend
That something is send
You take what you need
But send back what you don't feel
I really know shit about rice
I never put salt in the water
And learned that from an asian guy
I thought he should be right
Racist
F*cking neurotrophin, dopamine, phenylethylamine
And yeah f*ck you too
F*cking adrenaline
Now if I don't respect my sanity
Noone does, dangerous
No, just a disturbing rush of blood
And if something's actually not there
That I can see
Just feel free to tell me
I can take it
F*ckin' goes on and on and on and on
I shouldn't care if I die alone
And cooking rice shouldn't be hard to do
But hey, over in Asia
They get diabetes type two
I'm sorry, you guys again
But I think that's true
I heard that somewhere
But I don't care