Hands clasped tight. Sqeezing.
Life slowly pours from the eyes that once lit my world.
And why? He betrayed me.
With a girl so pretty but not as fare as I.
One accident after another and now he is left to roam free in the skies with that girl
he called "Baby".
Physically we can relate
i can make any girl sqeele
but my only true debate?
are the feelings we share real?
anyone can make you cum
if thats all you're looking for
getting close and grinding some
doesnt make you just a whore
maybe we can find a place
where our minds can coincide
but if not, get out my space
ill find another girl to ride.
You left me Ha!
Off you go
You think I need you
Hit the road
I can find someone else
To walk on my chest
You weren’t that good
You’re certainly not the best
I’ve seen a manikin wearing thong
But on you girl it looked all wrong
Just to let you know your underarms had a serious pong
And I’d rather kiss the likes of King Kong
As for your bra size
I could rent them out as two unfurnished flats
Don’t forget when you leave
To take your witch’s hats
Your brooms ahead of you girl
With my shoes up the ass of your black cat
When you were young you must have been a scary child
buy the way is that hair real makes you look all wild
You call that a weave or was it a perm
Either way it made me squirm
I always knew that I was too good for you
Consider this note expressing that we through
I bet you're laying in the gutter somewhere,
maimed,
calling out my name.
I bet you've lost your mind
trying
to stand
to get back to where I am.
Maybe you caught amnesia
heard its contagious this year;
or were you whisked off to Asia
unwillingly? Cuz I miss you, dear.
Cuz you couldn't have just left,
you couldn't have just gone,
without saying where you went
to the girl you love.
Remember? I'm the girl you love.
I bet you're on the next train.
I bet you're hitching a ride.
I bet your plane was delayed.
I bet you're barely alive...
Swam the desert,
and walked the sea.
Ran til you hurt
just to get to me.
Maybe you caught amnesia...
This boy picked some roses for his girlfriend,
Cause he didn’t have much money to spend.
He bought chocolates from the supermarket
Wrapped in tissue in a plastic basket.
This girl thought very little of herself,
Was scared of being left behind on the shelf.
Each night and day she’d think of her boyfriend
In constant dread it would come to an end.
This boy and this girl lasted a few years,
Realised was this one girl’s darkest fears.
In time they had ceased loving each other
And weren’t kindly towards one another.
This boy bought chocolates from the corner shop
He then picked some roses for his girlfriend,
Placed it in a box with a card on top.
Cause he didn’t have much money to spend.
This girl thought very little of herself
Each night and day she’d think of her boyfriend
She was so scared of being left on the shelf.
And dread that this love would come to an end.
This boy and this girl lasted a few years,
They weren’t kindly towards one another.
Realised was this one girl’s darkest fears
In time they had ceased loving each other.
Knowing her love had been ephemeral
She found sanction in a cathedral
The red eyed demon beckons,
the little girl hangs her head.
The red eyes demon smiles
as little girl rises from her bed.
The red eyed demon snickers
when little girl presents her arm,
the red eyed demon snarls;
little girl's got LOVE on her arm.
The red eyes demon hits,
the little girl falls down
the red eyes demon scratches.
Little girl's arm bleeds on her gown.
The red eyes demon claws deeper,
so little girl's word is scarred in deep
the red eyes demon retreats.
The little girl looks at the carved word, and weeps.
The outsider,
the girl who doesn't fit in,
the one who hides,
no one knows her within.
She sits alone everyday,
still no one cares.
They treat like she's
some kind of stray.
She walks through the halls,
with a lonely attitude.
She calmly traces the walls,
with great gratitude.
She's in love with a guy
who doesn't even know she exists.
She trys and she trys
to get him to notice,
but he's one of those stupid guys
who think unpopular girls are bogus.
At night she crys
all alone in her bed.
She wishes he would love her,
but he chooses the pretty girl instead.