oh it's going to be fooling me mister show

oh it's going to be fooling me mister show

I do not care about mcgregor
he can that type an elephant even the you of your circus like right now
he is so stupid that he will be plucked
and I do not care

my depression is not called mcgregor

but you

how could you leave me on the forecourt like that
in one word
silence

whorehouse

in our time you filmed
you were with her
with him
with them

and never did it bother you to talk to me ???

and for a fucking shox and your sky at the nut
It's over???

However
I never told you
of badness
not even the word shame
but not your shame
but that's enough

I supported your show
wherever you go
without seeing me
what an idiot

it reminds me every time
 how you dropped me like a shit

know that I'm going to my sphygmomanist
and you're bad here today

know that every time
that you play it
my heart is broken

until yesterday

or yes

I take the energy for another

and after your world show

nothing else you will have

you could be in silence
at least
each his turn

you searched for it

you who saw everything about me
in camera
even in the morning
evening
noon

and you dare to say
I make you ashamed

I did not see him
I woke up
with my depression hatch
I have trouble immersed

but then you will feel it

it's in three
that your success I sent
separate

and to undo
that I come back

he fake you sexy
like before
with us

and that for me to look at you
at nous deux

clear
no
kiss my ass
and in your language
whorehouse
go away
poor idiot
we know what we lose
we do not know what we win back
you yes
my silence
nothing at all
yours
unrewarded greeting