Failure of love
Love fails me
A disease that kills me
Taking a chunk every time
Leaving me bitter
Cautious
Sick
No time to understand
The reasons why
No one cares in my
Wandering by
Let’s stomp her down
So far she begins to crumble
Let’s shoot her in her precious
Heart, and make her a machine
Of hate,and disgust
Take every ounce of her hope
Burn all her dreams
Avoid telling her the truth
She’ll never get what it means
Advantage, because she is weak
And a mess of sorrow
Avoid knowing her today
She’ll still be going tomorrow
I’m all I have seen
I know every thing about me
Alone leaves me to analyze
My inner self
I don’t need you or anybody else.
2007-10-25
14:48:05
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