Frustrations are skydiving
Headfirst through the floor
Piercing the thick mantle
Into the red hot core.
Sparks cannot fly
when they're buried too deep
Bubbling and broiling
Into the cracks they do creep.
Pressure builds
and Pressure builds
Can I handle it more?
What's gonna happen
when the surface explodes
An outlying eruption
Or the whole world implodes?
I know what I want
But I'm not the only one that speaks
Or maybe I am;
The silent treatment you wreak.
This game that we play
I don't get the rules
Missing too many procedures
Yet this round you drool.
I am the woman
who is the fool?
You are the man
but who is the mule?
I'll be honest
I'm not just interested in the sex
But if you won't give it when I want it
I'll find the one thats next.
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