I learned early there ways.
Words that speak of happiness.
Barbwire is the tongue of the heart that always
betrays.
You cant put your hopes on the false and untrue.
Deception doesnt help the case.
For I can hold this bottle closer than you.
Bitter are my words but it falls apon
deaf ears.
soaked are my memories.
Washed yet still they remain after all the beers.
Sugar dont worry with false emotions
just put it on my tab.
The warmth of this bed now ressembles a slab.
We struggle to recall who we once
were.
The partys the past mistakes.
It's a nothing more than a blur.
Hollow in heart is my truth filled obsession
Lovers often embrace in lies.
And hold hearts in bitter nights confession.
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
I learned early there ways.
Words that speak of happiness.
Barbwire is the tongue of the heart that always
betrays.
You cant put your hopes on the false and untrue.
Deception doesnt help the case.
For I can hold this bottle closer than you.
Bitter are my words but it falls apon
deaf ears.
soaked are my memories.
Washed yet still they remain after all the beers.
Sugar dont worry with false emotions
just put it on my tab.
The warmth of this bed now ressembles a slab.
We struggle to recall who we once
were.
The partys the past mistakes.
It's a nothing more than a blur.
Hollow in heart is my truth filled obsession
Lovers often embrace in lies.
And hold hearts in bitter nights confession.
People mask pain becoming blind to there own ways.
Just a on the spot write it's how most my work goes.
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