I love when you touch yourself.

You are in that matter very beautilful.


But.


I dosen´t help you anymore.


I can´t take it more.


I refuse.

To be your ashtray.


You pushed the tiger.

In to the corner.

I´ve been talking about.

For years.


And.


The Tiger is all feed up.

About lies.

And all the hurting words.

And accusations.


Sorry my darling.


I have been warning you.

At least thousands times.


But.


I you just relased the tiger in me.

That you pushed in the corner.


And.


No one.


Wants to be near of me just now.


Especially not you.