Coliseum

I’m not a good daughter I should be a martyr put out for slaughter becoming life’s fodder The things that I oughta be a parta aren’t gonna be one of the things that’s under my wing that I dare not bring to the table cause I’m unable to remain stable for long periods of time the things to define pushed outta my mind into a big mess I’m under duress, full of distress I must confess I gotta get better spelled out to the letter be a go getter under a spell heading to hell not feeling to well in this pel mel state that I’m in filled up with sin unable to win continually thrown from one to another become such a bother created a fable now I’m unable to give it a label other than life day after day, sinking in stealing away my very heart my very soul the dearest things that I behold in my eyes are lost to me not being seen not being found I am astounded by my lethargy can’t get help from the clergy even though this is an emergency I can’t manage very well my assets are shot to Hell none of this going over well back to the pit ready to go out in the lights another lion to entice