the gold peaks about on the shoulders of the mountain top
as the lies we let sink in hit hard like a rock
the echo of words fill my brain
sinking in like stormy night of endless rain
repeated in pitters and splattered in patters
did you honestly think your excuses would matter?
you swallow for a gulp of air that you dont deserve
to inhabit your body, to keep you reserved
the snear of hatred skims your lips
then i tell you im done with this
im done with you and your presence
your sick denial and childness
i’ll walk out of your life
and push you out of mine
because frankly
you were never worth my time
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
the gold peaks about on the shoulders of the mountain top
as the lies we let sink in hit hard like a rock
the echo of words fill my brain
sinking in like stormy night of endless rain
repeated in pitters and splattered in patters
did you honestly think your excuses would matter?
you swallow for a gulp of air that you dont deserve
to inhabit your body, to keep you reserved
the snear of hatred skims your lips
then i tell you im done with this
im done with you and your presence
your sick denial and childness
i’ll walk out of your life
and push you out of mine
because frankly
you were never worth my time
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