All of the things you do to try to control yourself, but who has the control? You know you're going nowhere fast, in the end, just fucking yourself, already beneath me, some kind of shell of a man,
You know that your clinging on to this make-believe about "spending plans" isn't going to last much longer. Because your cock's just aching for my little tits, and just aching for the next send. Cutting into your grocery bill, the last of your ration
