There's Nothing Y O U or Eye

Could do for me.

In search of a less flammable pair of pants,
I'm trying to hold on to you,
But the feelings won't last,
Life's short I want to have fun,
With all the hits that make my words feel just like a gun,
For this reason I'm quick on my feet,
A heartless BITCH
That'll sell your soul to maintain being Elite,
Don't worry this heart comes with a beat;
So be ready for this punch line of self defeat;
I know your sick of these run around lies,
But baby the truth is; I'm best liar in disguise.

-Sick! 6672477