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I'm always trying to get you to understand me I'm always screaming, always hoping, yet, You have blinders over your eyes preventing you to really see Maybe I should just quit, and accept the fact that we'll never be the same It's really sad to say, I've tried so hard to make it work, But I can't deal with this pain One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough Your God has no sympathy, He doesn't even exist You do nothing but pretend, Going to the confessional just to sleep with the priest Please, I'm done hearing your excuses I've spent my whole life just trying to make you happy It's all over now, I'm telling the truth One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough (Please, just meet me halfway) (Please, just tell me you'll stay) You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough I've finally had enough
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Death Is A ******
I'm always trying to get you to understand me I'm always screaming, always hoping, yet, You have blinders over your eyes preventing you to really see Maybe I should just quit, and accept the fact that we'll never be the same It's really sad to say, I've tried so hard to make it work, But I can't deal with this pain One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough Your God has no sympathy, He doesn't even exist You do nothing but pretend, Going to the confessional just to sleep with the priest Please, I'm done hearing your excuses I've spent my whole life just trying to make you happy It's all over now, I'm telling the truth One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough One day I'll leave, be gone forever, never to return And you'll still be sitting at church Selling your sins to be sure you stay "pure" This is it, I've had enough (Please, just meet me halfway) (Please, just tell me you'll stay) You tell me you try, but you're just selling me gimmicks and lies One day you'll pay for your destruction, and it'll be one big surprise You live in a box, with no way of thinking for yourself You think you're doing good, Sitting all day reading lousy "self-help" Well this is it, I've had enough I've finally had enough
Another song.
Someone-anyone
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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