Conscious or not, it's still not okay.
As it eats the inside, causing ultimate decay.
I know its my fault to go wondering away,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
My mind may ramble, causing major delay.
Tearing me up, to be left on display.
I know it's my fault for involving in child's play,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
"Go ahead, be gone, sit up, walk away.
I am forever done with your little screenplay."
Over and over, I frown and say.
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
Leave me hurt, go on, betray.
I am that rotten, old bouquet.
The one you step on and seem to mislay,
Yes, I am the one who has left me astray.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
Conscious or not, it's still not okay.
As it eats the inside, causing ultimate decay.
I know its my fault to go wondering away,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
My mind may ramble, causing major delay.
Tearing me up, to be left on display.
I know it's my fault for involving in child's play,
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
"Go ahead, be gone, sit up, walk away.
I am forever done with your little screenplay."
Over and over, I frown and say.
but it's still not okay, to leave me astray.
Leave me hurt, go on, betray.
I am that rotten, old bouquet.
The one you step on and seem to mislay,
Yes, I am the one who has left me astray.
The one also known as Addison May.
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