Toxic men are like lice,
When you catch one
Inevitably they will breed,
The more they multiply the more you see
And off your emotions they will feed.
They teach each-other from wrong wrong right
They mould each-other to trouble,
They stick beside one another
And let no sane man in their bubble.
Beating your fists on a bruised woman
Is kicking them while their down,
A leader, fighter, a ruler and queen
But what's going on beneath that crown?
You take her energy her soul her spirit
In reality it'll come back on you,
Try beat her down she'll come back from the dead
And she'll cause chaos through and through.
Not a man, a mouse
A fucking mouse
Is all you'll ever be
No human who ever looks at you
Will look at you the way you perceive.
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Something Out of Nothing
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