Bitch

You are not the one

you are the other one.

The one who waits for hours 

for him to answer your message.

The one who can't make plans,

'cause you're always plan B.

The one who must always look pretty and happy,

otherwise he won't meet you anymore.

You are the one who must make him happy, 

who must do all these things the first one doesn't.

You must be patient and charming 

and always wax your pussy 

and smell like sin

just to wait for him.

In the meanwhile you're the one

who is slowly losing

parts of your soul

parts of your will

parts of your self-respect

being the bitch

your own personal bitch

screwing yourself.