By Arcassin Burnham
Heal my scars,
Don't let me down,
True colors in a textbook is what I found,
I also found,
That you can not be trusted,
Lie too much,
When you say trust is what you thrive on,
Not the first time,
We've all Been let down before,
Now you need somebody's grave that you could smile on,
Well it won't be mine,
I figured I'd take the time,
To tell you,
That you'll need me when the pay is due,
You decide weather or not you want it to work with us,
I'll be waiting,
Concentrating on the one thing you care about,
My guesses are,
yourself.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Heal my scars,
Don't let me down,
True colors in a textbook is what I found,
I also found,
That you can not be trusted,
Lie too much,
When you say trust is what you thrive on,
Not the first time,
We've all Been let down before,
Now you need somebody's grave that you could smile on,
Well it won't be mine,
I figured I'd take the time,
To tell you,
That you'll need me when the pay is due,
You decide weather or not you want it to work with us,
I'll be waiting,
Concentrating on the one thing you care about,
My guesses are,
yourself.
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