You used to call me your
"Lily of the Valley"
now I have to buy my own flowers
and put them in the broken vase
that you left behind when you were
through breaking my heart
Now I feel like "ragweed"
just run me over
with the
"lawn mower" of your deceit
I hope you run out of gas soon
my roots can't take it much longer
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
You used to call me your
"Lily of the Valley"
now I have to buy my own flowers
and put them in the broken vase
that you left behind when you were
through breaking my heart
Now I feel like "ragweed"
just run me over
with the
"lawn mower" of your deceit
I hope you run out of gas soon
my roots can't take it much longer
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