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Viseract Apr 2016
It's my friends who taught me
A lot of what I know
It's my friends who showed me
Where I should and shouldn't go

It's my friends who betrayed me
The first chance they got
It's my friends who made me think
That they had won and I had lost

It's my friends who faded away
Without saying goodbye
It hurts sometimes, how heartless they are
And sometimes I struggle to get by

It's my best friends who stayed by me
Who helped me to my feet
My best friends who protected me
And made those cowards retreat

It's my best friends to whom I give my thanks
For giving and giving without end
It almost makes me cry when I
Think of you best friends
Think about who your friends really are, and ask yourself when you lose someone: are they really worth the heartbreak? were they really my friend?
Murredith Apr 2016
don't say you won't tolerate liars because seven years from now, on a tuesday night you'll be sitting alone sending forgiveness through the phone to constant excuses that you won't recognise as lies until it's too late.

*you'll tolerate anything, for them.
CJ M Mar 2016
Lies...
I’m so ******* sick of them.
I’m so sick of the people who claim they love you telling them.
I’m so sick of accepting them. I’m tired of hearing them being told about me and me having no way to defend myself from them.

I just wish us truthful people would be able to grab them out of the air and stomp them out on the ground.
But if that could happen, I guess I’d be in jail for assaulting everyone whose claimed to love me.
**** em all. The only way I could possibly get away from all these liars is by withdrawing myself from society.
Brent Kincaid Mar 2016
We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!

We hate democracy
We spit in our hats.
We hate all poor people
Especially Democrats.
We think equality
Is a crime.
Back to the nineteenth century
Doubletime.

There is no place here
In our fine land
Where we give the votes
To our field hands
And women who should all
Be in the kitchen
Instead of out carrying signs
And publically *******.

We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!

We believe in the Bible which
We mostly never read.
We think all non-Christians
Should be dead.
At least they should not be
Allowed to vote.
That kind of godlessness
Gets our goat.

The only kind of righteous men
Are our own kind.
Not gays, blacks and Mexicans!
What are you, blind?
We ran the show right all along
*******!
The day the other kinds acted up
Was an evil hour.

We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!
Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
He’s like a ham actor
Who has only one goal
To see himself in
The starring role.
Talent doesn’t matter
As long as he is zealous.
If he bombs it’s because
Everyone else is jealous.

He goes flap, flap his yap
But be careful, it’s a trap.
He loves to holler up a storm.
But has no talent to perform.

He thinks he is a superstar
Just waiting to be crowned.
Others say behind his back
He’s nothing but a clown.
All he needs is a big red nose
And he’s working ******* that.
He thinks he’s the big ****,
But really, he’s just a pratt.

He goes moan, moan and groan
But leave him totally alone
And while he swears he is fine
He will fail to remember his lines.

All the world is a stage, it’s true
So politics is like theater, too.
And this poor clown with big feet
Tries to deliver his speeches sweet
But his lies trip him in the last scene.
He ends up looking false and mean.

He lies and lies his lullabies
And tries to act so famously wise.
But he only fools the less than bright.
The rest know he’s just not right.
Lexi Rigg Jan 2016
But, this is the part where you are supposed to wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me.
But you don’t, you push me away, yell at me and curse my name.
I always thought you were mr. perfect, but i guess things aren't always as they seem.
I believed in you, but you cut me down like an overgrown ****.

But you don’t, you push me away, yell at me and curse my name.
I watch you anger face grow red and contorted with rage.
I believed in you, but you cut me down like an overgrown ****.
You gave me the idea you would never hurt me, but i guess that was another one of your many lies.

I watch you anger face grow red and contorted with rage.
Your voice rises and i cower down to the flow, putting my hands over my ears.
You gave me the idea you would never hurt me, but i guess that was another one of your many lies.
The whole relationship was a lie, everything you said, everything you did.

Your voice rises and i cower down to the flow, putting my hands over my ears.
I always thought you were mr. perfect, but i guess things aren't always as they seem.
The whole relationship was a lie, everything you said, everything you did.
But, this is the part where you are supposed to wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me.
Jacqueline P Jan 2016
Dig your nails into my skin,
Tell me to let the love sink in
Drag your eyes across my chest
Tell me you love me the best

Twist your stories word for word
Tell me that I sound absurd
Turn my love into inhibition
Tell that I’m your motivation

Spin your web and hold me close
Tell me this is how it goes
Sink me with your fiery eyes
Tell me that you don’t lie.
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