This is a song about "Jisoo"

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?