hatehatehate
the word just kind of rings
makes me ponder
all these things
and i start to wonder
who am i?
who are you?
i tried to fly
but
it soon became an issue
because hate kept spinning
pinning me down
and i was aching
just waiting for you
but it wasn't a surprise
when you didn't come
you could see it in my eyes
when my castle came crumbling down
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
hatehatehate
the word just kind of rings
makes me ponder
all these things
and i start to wonder
who am i?
who are you?
i tried to fly
but
it soon became an issue
because hate kept spinning
pinning me down
and i was aching
just waiting for you
but it wasn't a surprise
when you didn't come
you could see it in my eyes
when my castle came crumbling down
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