All my life I've been in stressYou have made my life a mess
All these worries that I do not needBelieve me with you I can never succeed
My god please be quiet
My mind is having an epic riot
I do not care how you feel
Your lips are something I would like to steal
Could you move to the east?I'm the beauty you're the beast.
You always end up breaking my heartAll I ask for is a fresh start
But you women are something elsesomething I cant live with or without
What is the sum of 7 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.