I hear your happy
How can you be
You hurt girls
Its what you do
And your proud?
Disgust
Hate
Pain
Those are the words that remind me of you
Your a pathetic specimen
I'm relieved were broken up
That relationship was a broken one way street
I'm just sorry I wasted so many years
Being your secret
Shhh
Don't tell
So many secrets
I know them all
Surprise
I'm reveling you for who you are
What are your true colors?
Not red for blood and pain
Not black for death and grieving
Not green for hope
Not yellow for light and life
But blue
For sorrow and sadness
Because your are blue
You are sad
You are sorrow
This is you
Like a beautiful flower
You pulled me in
But beneath your beauty there was thorns and poison
You poked me and made me bleed
You made me sick with your poison
But whatever
Your a thing of my past
Whatever
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
I hear your happy
How can you be
You hurt girls
Its what you do
And your proud?
Disgust
Hate
Pain
Those are the words that remind me of you
Your a pathetic specimen
I'm relieved were broken up
That relationship was a broken one way street
I'm just sorry I wasted so many years
Being your secret
Shhh
Don't tell
So many secrets
I know them all
Surprise
I'm reveling you for who you are
What are your true colors?
Not red for blood and pain
Not black for death and grieving
Not green for hope
Not yellow for light and life
But blue
For sorrow and sadness
Because your are blue
You are sad
You are sorrow
This is you
Like a beautiful flower
You pulled me in
But beneath your beauty there was thorns and poison
You poked me and made me bleed
You made me sick with your poison
But whatever
Your a thing of my past
Whatever
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