Wasteland

My life was filled with fame and talent
I was beautiful yet balanced
So much better than the rest
Then I met a man – got married
And for 9 dammed months I carried
Around a child in my gut

He made, he made, he made this wasteland
He built, he filled, he sealed this wasteland
He is the king, the king the emperor of all U see
Aren’t U impressed by all of my ruins
Look at that black hole
Look at that black hole, that is me (more…)

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