Beverly Hills


Riddles, riddles, on the wall.
Jokes on you.
We’re threw.
Threw with the lies.
Threw with the games.
Threw with it all, and your sorry ass name.
Don’t even try.
Or go there.
You knew all along.
You scammed the whole world.
With your handsome facade.
I wiped the glass clean.
So go take a walk
Or do something at all.
Anything, please.
Look what you did.
Now everything’s a mess.
Don’t blame it on me.
Don’t blame it on you.
Blame it on the darkness.
We let in this room.
Was it all worth it?
All of the thrills.
I’m threw with it now.

Your love,
Beverly Hills.


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