Salina Swirsky · Jun 7, 2011
Comatose

You do it once, and we are done. 
What you think is just games and fun,
Is what makes me want to run
Away from you,
And the shit you do. 

You say you're like no other guy. 
That must have been another lie,
Cause I see in you these things I hate
That make me not even want to date
You, anymore, as I lie on the floor. 
Behind this locked door lies one who used to adore,
But not anymore, no. 
Not anymore. 

Importance, is nothing
When it is tied to me,
But with any other,
It'll have you down on a knee,
You'll do anything for anyone, either than me. 

I thought I was your girl, I wanted to be your world
But I can now see, I will never be
Anything close, so I need a dose,
Of something, that can make,
Me, comatose.

 
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