18 y/o

I hope you feel better
Cos you were looking really sick in the video i sent her
You were front and center
It was sad cos you used to be such a go getter
Always getting wetter
Turning boys on and tricks like penn and teller
A magical endeavor
Make em show then disappear into your body for whoever

What a cute face
What a cute frown what a nice place
What a cute gaze, spaced out barely conscious in a daze, it’s a rough phase
And it’s a rough day
I mean, i think, doesnt even say his name, hands on his waist
While he gets laid, doesnt seem to care that hes getting paid

I hope you feel better
Cos you’ll be looking like that on the internet forever

I wish that i could buy you
And take you home and wrap you up for awhile
And get you drunk and fuck you
But also love you cos i wanna care about you

I think that if youd smile
Itd get me hornier enough to make my cum shoot a mile
Youve got the face of a child
And they dont wanna admit it but thats why you got hired

I know you like it when the pedophiles buy you shit
For putting on a webcam show that they clicked
Your innocent brown eyes that they couldn’t resist
And now they fantasize about your ass on their dicks

Imagine the heartbreak your parents would have if
They came home early and discovered their faggot
Legs spread on the bed that they bought for him
Plus the fact that theyre not getting a grandkid

Eightteen years old today
And tomorrow and the next day
And the next twenty decades
Even after you have died of aids