Silver Sickle

Cheese and pickle

Lost my silver sickle

I ain’t no muggle

That’s why this whole thing’s such a struggle

Gotta get up to get down

Turn that frown into a smile

Turn that smile into a frown

Gotta steal her Majesty’s crown

You see, it’s cold outside

And my feet are cold

It’s a sign of the times

I’m getting old           

Need to book my theory

And do a hella other shit

Right now though I dunno what’s up with me

Life’s a giant Nagini pit

Want my letter to Hogwarts too

There’s more to life than just

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Fed up of the same ol’ same ol’

Pile of steamin’ great ish

Everything’s so different now

I’m so disappointed with me

Should have achieved all that typical stuff by now

What the hell happened to me

He stands at the door

With his phone in his hand

Want a ‘Chunky Chicken’

Yes please

Sleaze

Get on your knees

Arrgh it hurts

Stop hurting me

My minds a vortex

Let me suck you in

Can be pretty grim

I warned you though

Weddings ‘n’ stuff

All excited ‘n’ stuff

But reminds me of the happy ending I’ll never have

Was thinking about him today

Actually shed a tear

Can’t believe I’ve known him 7 years

Don’t wanna be like the tramp couple

Who sat next to me on the bus

Husband reeking of alcohol

Wife screaming about puss-

-y, and all the women her husband had shagged

Like we wanna know that shit

Don’t get me all depressed

Thinking about our plans for India

Angel makes me happy

Got the same passions as me in life

We just gotta make it happen

A convoy in Goa

Adventure in Milan

Lifetime in New York

And an eternity in Jannah

Insha’Allah.