There she is that thing in the corner. She opens her mouth making her life more forlorner. Stupid and ugly is she, tired and tearful she longs to be free. But no for she is that thing in the corner.
Nothing but shadow has she become lost now forever no longer to look on the sun. Rubbish she speaks each time she opens her mouth, your a bitch and you are awkward is all that he shouts.
Empty inside she appears drawn and pale her ears become deafer the more at her he rails.Rubbish she is rubbish a spiteful bitch inside her she knows this is wrong outside her lip begins to twitch.
There she is, that thing in the corner. She opens her mouth making her life forlorner. She is no good, she is useless a lazy stupid bitch her mouth betrays her each day that passes. What good is she, no use to him so screw her up tight and throw her in the bin. Useless and unwanted the thing in the corner.
