“THE GOLD-DIGGER”

What do you want from me?

You come and go as you please.

I don’t come from money.

My life isn’t always an easy breeze.

Don’t nag like an overgrown baby.

Don’t you even lie to me.

You have no idea

how much I despise dishonesty.

Enough with your self-pity.

I’m not some freaking fairy.

I know I sound mean,

but is it so hard for you to just come clean?

If you’re such a fair-weather friend,

perhaps it’s time that we put this to an end.

Why won’t you stop being such a pain?

This time, there’s nothing you can gain.

I may seem sweet and innocent,

but I’m not stupid.

Cook me up some more strange tales,

and you will only fail!

(Jakarta, 24/8/2013 – 10:10 pm)