Is it over?
No, it's not.
R u still in?
But I noe I cant stop making u out.
Ur a jerk in disguise but da thought of u makes me smile.
Its sickening, but I cant help myself.
Move over deceiver, I need da next person in line 2 sweep me off my feet.
I thought I could forgive u, i tried, but i couldnt.
U r still a bitch, but i realise ur changing.
Is it a mask ur putting on, or is the show over and done?
Watever happens in da end, da trust I had, is dead n gone.
Dont pity me, pity urself.
Da more u pity me, da more pissed off I will be.
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