Toilet

I hope you get use to be without me cuz that is the way is gonna be I won't be the rag for your feet I wont be the bed where you sleep. I always was on your side but you were never on mine following you everywhere from behind you didn't turn around to say hi... My mother broke my spirit long ago waves of pain come and go they shat on me and on my love I turned myself into a toilet and I didn't know. So I hope you get use to be without me cuz that is the way is gonna be I won't beg or cry or scream or plea you can now go I set you free. Jessica