My tears are gone
My fingers are cold
Morning crisp air
Makes my skin crawl
I hate you
Your small fake smiles
Angry thin lips
Long, long list of lies
**** off
Just **** off
No good mornings
Can change my mind
When evenings bring
Clouds to your eyes
You're walking around
In your huge baloon
And I'm sending you small dart
In the color of **** off
You'll understand
Better than others
What the hell **** off is
You're master of the art
You wrote doctoral thesys
In the field of **** off
Oh **** off
From me all right
**** of
Same old me
Morning and night
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
My tears are gone
My fingers are cold
Morning crisp air
Makes my skin crawl
I hate you
Your small fake smiles
Angry thin lips
Long, long list of lies
**** off
Just **** off
No good mornings
Can change my mind
When evenings bring
Clouds to your eyes
You're walking around
In your huge baloon
And I'm sending you small dart
In the color of **** off
You'll understand
Better than others
What the hell **** off is
You're master of the art
You wrote doctoral thesys
In the field of **** off
Oh **** off
From me all right
**** of
Same old me
Morning and night
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