Jun 2018
I am not a victim
Of your broken glass
And I wonder how much more girls
You're going to harass
There's something
I want you to know
Pretty face and an ugly heart
Don't make a home
You spent days
Making me sure that I'm a sinner
But when they reward for the lies,
Honey, you're the winner
You like playing the "victim"
After bringing up the storm
You pulled me, twisted my arm
You meant no harm??
How easy is it for you
To be so disgusting?
All your filthy words
Are meaningless and rusting
In a way, I'm glad
That you're not mine
Who likes to keep wicked trash
Even for a dime?
Of your broken glass
And I wonder how much more girls
You're going to harass
There's something
I want you to know
Pretty face and an ugly heart
Don't make a home
You spent days
Making me sure that I'm a sinner
But when they reward for the lies,
Honey, you're the winner
You like playing the "victim"
After bringing up the storm
You pulled me, twisted my arm
You meant no harm??
How easy is it for you
To be so disgusting?
All your filthy words
Are meaningless and rusting
In a way, I'm glad
That you're not mine
Who likes to keep wicked trash
Even for a dime?
(22/F/Pakistan)
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