127. The French Connection Unmasked
Bon appetit Then we fucked like mad rabbits In a whore house I have never paid for sex I have nothing against it Or maybe I do At the end of the day It is what it is not It is not real love Love is pure Love is kind Love can be intense Sometimes it don’t make sense But looking back There was a logic To the dopamine rush I met her at her lowest She just broke up She met me at my craziest I was fucking depressed It was 3 years ago When I last tasted her lips Or was it a fortnite and 2 years ago My mind has gone blank Despite all the deep insults We hurled at each other I think we are better people For it Hun I know you are reading this For what it’s worth Take care All the best I love u I always will Bon Appetit