FIX YOUR CROWN
Roll it till you rub the trolls,
kill till it gets to feel so lively,
Fake till it makes them feel real,
Love it till it gets into heart to hurt.
Flick the trolls and fix your crown,
mix the bowls and bake the brows,
Fix the flaws till you get drown,
fake it till you make it to the rows.
Love is blind till you become blind,
death is fake till a close person dies,
so you know your lover when they go,
And when love gets to climax, fly to the maximum.
© Elapoet
kill till it gets to feel so lively,
Fake till it makes them feel real,
Love it till it gets into heart to hurt.
Flick the trolls and fix your crown,
mix the bowls and bake the brows,
Fix the flaws till you get drown,
fake it till you make it to the rows.
Love is blind till you become blind,
death is fake till a close person dies,
so you know your lover when they go,
And when love gets to climax, fly to the maximum.
© Elapoet