Well You Decide

**** me over **** me hard and dont forget to remove this shard, if glass could speak we'd all be weak. **** me over and **** me hard and you can hide the glare but I know your card. All who reads this all who feeds bliss you love what you love and I love you but In the end I'm whos screwed, If we're weak enough to fall then I guess its me who's glued. Dont feed me this s.h.i.t don't feed me your food, would you call it gracious when I reside in such spacious liquid brewed? I steer and when under my head is clear which is why The end is what I fear. -JLG