Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I Don't Just Write Love Songs


Look what you did,
Look what you did.
You took my love,
And treated me like a kid.
I'm here to tell you,
To go to Hell.
You left me to suffer,
I don't wish you well.
You went back on everything,
Every damn thing you promised me.
I thought you were different,
But obviously not as you can see.
You ran away like a little bitch,
And now I'm all alone.
I tell myself to stop,
But I keep staring at my phone.
You fucked up this whole thing,
That's just so you.
Did you ever mean it?
Was this ever true?
Yeah it happens,
And my words aren't shy.
Fuck you and when you read this...
I hope you cry.

So wave goodbye,
To this burning parade.
Take off your mask,
Stop your shitty charade.
You want out?
Well here you go.
I'm pretty damn upset,
And I know it'll show.
I want this to hurt,
I want this to heal.
Hard to believe it,
But your love I still feel.
I love you,
And always will.
But for now,
Fuck you still.

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