It's 8 O'Clock
It's 8 o'clock...
and nothing has changed.
The promises you made,
were never designed,
just very randomly arranged.
It's late o'clock...
and if I was the score taking type,
your demerits would be stacking,
as your efforts are lacking...
And, to be quite honest,
in the back of my mind,
I'm almost finished with packing.
I guess it's debate o'clock...
even though you can see
that I'm DONE done.
But, you can debate ya mama,
and ya big backed sister.
I'm sick of this darkness.
I deserve some sun.
It's create o'clock...
Because baby, I've changed.
You thought you had a victim,
just like I thought I had a man.
But... I've modified my thoughts
on that, and I've renamed your ass,
Joanne.
It's wait o'clock...
Because yes, I'm counting DOWN.
You tried to turn me into a clown.
Tuh. No. It's time to retrieve my crown.
It's 8 o'clock...
and nothing has changed....
nothing has changed,
but us.
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