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Contributed by Sordida on Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 09:13:44 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



I hear the things you said back then
And I want to end my life
All these horrible memories
Handing me the knife
I hate you for doing that to me
And changing all me ways
If you remember I was blonde
Back in those days
Directly after hair turned black
And I got rid of all my friends
I got rid of everything
To tie off all loose ends
My past is very torturous
Because of what you did
It wouldn’t have been so bad
If I hadn’t been a kid
It was four years ago
I think or maybe less
The day right after
She made me doth confess
I told that ***** everything
Thinking confidence in all
But she couldn’t keep it
No she spread it down the hall
Now I know this isn’t your fault
But it contributes quite a bit
To the hatred that I feel
And the pain that just won’t quit
No I’m forced to hide away
So people don’t find out
Unfortunately some people know
Because of that dumb lout
They say love last forever
I’m guessing so does hate
For this nightmare to end
I simply can not wait
I see you and I’m forced to laugh
Because you think your cool
It’s funny ‘cause I know your not
You’re just a massive tool
I’ve grown weary of the battle
I tire of the fight
Trying not to think of you
When I sleep at night
You make my dreams be nightmares
I can’t concentrate in class
My brain is scrambled I’m so confused
So for now I wear the mask.




Copyright © Sordida ... [ 2004-06-22 21:13:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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