Once again, a pen down on paper
My own little journal of how I can't look at her
Her, in the mirror
And how I hate her so
For every little thing
She's ever done wrong
And every little thing
She's ever done to me
Ruining my happy ending
Ruining my fantasy
Ruining my smile
Ruining the cheerful me.
Stabbing me in the back
Then turning around and saying nothing
I hate you,
I hate you so.
What did I do to diserve this treatment?
Your sick little mind that twists and turns
Thinking up another way to make my heart burn
You have no soul, you have no weakness
Your feelings are raw, your eyes are filled with darkness
Why must you pick and torture
On the innocent me?
Why must you play your sick games
Can it really be?
Your face starts to finally appear
And as I stare
I drop down to the ground
Pick up the gun
Load it up, and take one shot
The past flys by, like slow construction
When I finally realize...
It was Me who did all this destruction.
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