I can't just leave this behind.
It's like I can't escape,
so I just rewind.
While I scrape this pen upon this page
it only intensifies my rage.
I try to release,
but can't seem to find ANY ease.
You'll always race through my mind,
just like you did "Once upon a time".
Is it pride in my way?
Or could it be all the things you used to say?
I just don't know what to do
so, I sit and ******* stew
on ALL of these broken thoughts...
WASTED THOUGHTS OF YOU
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
I can't just leave this behind.
It's like I can't escape,
so I just rewind.
While I scrape this pen upon this page
it only intensifies my rage.
I try to release,
but can't seem to find ANY ease.
You'll always race through my mind,
just like you did "Once upon a time".
Is it pride in my way?
Or could it be all the things you used to say?
I just don't know what to do
so, I sit and ******* stew
on ALL of these broken thoughts...
WASTED THOUGHTS OF YOU
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