"Bitter"

Tis’ satisfying that it does not bringeth thee closure

Diamonds are present in mine own perspective

I shall handle mine own and not alloweth exposure

Taketh a separate directive

Apply mine own jewelry liketh a cube of ice

I just wanteth thee to be ignited

Just liketh a saint, thee is too nice

Thy past loveth hast did cause me to feel indicted

I bethink about thee all the time

Nay interest of mine is in the money

The knot thee puteth in mine own throat doth feel like slime

I desire thee do not findeth this funny

Yeah, mine own wrist is so bitter cold, and mine own ice froze

And our love’s continuous flows