How are words easy, the soul’s uneasy,

With touches so cheesy,

Swipes of left and right so breezy,

Tell me is it worth it

To set everything on fire,

Like a hit man for hire,

Slashing my tire,

Making me tired,

Making me feel like everything I desired

Was uninspired.

How are your words so uneasy,

My soul is easy,

And now everything is breezy

Again.