Your words were always hollow.
They never meant a thing.
I tried to know the meaning,
I even tried to follow.
It was all in vain,
but now I finally understand
that I have to make a stand
to end this excruciating pain.
Soon I will be gone.
You might not see me again.
I broke free from your chain,
my penitence is done.
If you ever want me back,
I won't be here anymore.
Now I'm rotten to the core.
Beware, because I'm about to attack.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
Your words were always hollow.
They never meant a thing.
I tried to know the meaning,
I even tried to follow.
It was all in vain,
but now I finally understand
that I have to make a stand
to end this excruciating pain.
Soon I will be gone.
You might not see me again.
I broke free from your chain,
my penitence is done.
If you ever want me back,
I won't be here anymore.
Now I'm rotten to the core.
Beware, because I'm about to attack.
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