I Still ******* Hate You.
Can't Let It Go, Can't Let It Be,
Can't Even Breath, I'm Suffocating.
My Ire Expands Like Fire.
Why Fan The Flames? Don't Treat Me Like **** I Know Your Games,
I Climbed From That Pit.
You Turn Around & Tell Tall Tales,
Watch Faces Pale As I Tip The Scales,
You'll Be Left Behind To Bite Your Nails,
Tides Will Turn You'll Hide From Gales.
Watch Me As I Offload My Hurt,
Watch Me Wash Away This Dirt,
Watch Me Wake Up I'm Alert,
Watch Me Wish You Were The First.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
I Still ******* Hate You.
Can't Let It Go, Can't Let It Be,
Can't Even Breath, I'm Suffocating.
My Ire Expands Like Fire.
Why Fan The Flames? Don't Treat Me Like **** I Know Your Games,
I Climbed From That Pit.
You Turn Around & Tell Tall Tales,
Watch Faces Pale As I Tip The Scales,
You'll Be Left Behind To Bite Your Nails,
Tides Will Turn You'll Hide From Gales.
Watch Me As I Offload My Hurt,
Watch Me Wash Away This Dirt,
Watch Me Wake Up I'm Alert,
Watch Me Wish You Were The First.
Harry Roberts - First Hurt © 13/11/18
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