Untitled ~ Sept. 29, 2020

If I find out you’re stalking me,
It ain’t gonna be real pretty.
You’re gonna find out what I’m made of,
and for you, Boy, it sure ain’t love.

My heart may have been torn apart
by you and your wretched soul.
Let me make this loud and clear; my heart
is mine and whole.

I’d never lay a hand on you, Man,
not even in heated strife.
Many would want to know why not,
well, you ain’t worth twenty-five to life.