That moment of concern that fills my head
I put on a mask to become a strong shoulder
I would sit and watch as you cried in bed
I say in my mind, “I just want to hold her”
Everything pulling you in a different direction
I see you in pain but I don’t know what to do
You look at my face, my worried complection
I want to help, I want to care for you
My life is unfair
Why are people attractive
I am a trash can
Anxiety gets caught in the dryer cycle
She feels like a tornado that has been set on fire
She pulls her head down and curls into a ball
She gets out, as she stands the room spins
She sits down but it doesn’t stop
She puts a pillow over her head but she feel stuck
Stuck in a hurricane, drowning, but she doesn’t understand
She doesn’t understand why she being crushed
A water balloon squeezing her, filled with nothing
I hate math so much
Math can go die in a hole
I cannot do good
Because i’m not very smart
I hate math so very much
I don’t understand
imaginary numbers
Why are they in math
It does not make any sense
I think math is so stupid
I want to leave school
And get a sugar daddy
And live happily
So I don’t die in school
I will be so filthy rich
I will live happily
With a sugar daddy
I will have a big yacht
It will not be big enough
I will demand fancy things
I love Gucci shoes
That my sugar daddy buys
I strut in the house
with my fancy red bottoms
I am Cardi B, love me
Zinaida, you’re the one I was meant to be with
I saw you sing in Paris and I want to make love to you like the city
Night time falls and I see you leave your hotel
As you walk by your hiney sways like the Royal Bell
I dream about holding your derrieŕe as we lay on silk
Dance with me in the sheets and show me your Russian moves
Alexander’s aide-de-camp, Nikita, can’t do what I can do to you
When you yell with sweet tones my body gets chills
I wish to give such euphoric feelings
The queen of music and beauty, my queen of music and beauty
How I would do so much to make you sing sweet sounds of joy
Luxury and fame, you already have, so let me give you something better
Oh let me love you like the people love their vodka
Volkonskaya, you are to be graced for the rest of your life in Santi Vincenzo e Anastasio a Trevi
Eventually I shall join you and we will shake the church