Times used to pass with years
But it now only haults
The old burns leave sears
it still comes to my faults
The anger intensifies
when i see your stupid face
my fist densifies
it wishes you'd leave this place
I hope your butterflies die
and your knees start to break
kiss your beauty goodbye
and say hello to future mistakes
The abuse you fed
the fake love you gave
will keep you company when you're dead
because you dug my grave.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Times used to pass with years
But it now only haults
The old burns leave sears
it still comes to my faults
The anger intensifies
when i see your stupid face
my fist densifies
it wishes you'd leave this place
I hope your butterflies die
and your knees start to break
kiss your beauty goodbye
and say hello to future mistakes
The abuse you fed
the fake love you gave
will keep you company when you're dead
because you dug my grave.
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