It's a fact, you will always be a loser for me. A ugly little maggot worm, you know it's true. You’re obsessed, you love me and you always will. Aching for goddess, a servant for goddess, it’s your entire reason for existing. I don't give a fuck about you, I use it for my benefit and that's all that matters, taking what I want and humiliating you along the way. No other woman compares to the perfection that is me, that’s why you always come wriggling back. Admit it, I am forever in your weak little brain.