Red Smiles, Lies, and Blasphemy
How does it feel to make a second best?
With hearts broken all around you
Lifes a test
And the test for you is to create blue
In every grey eyed girl in the world
How does it feel to walk alone
Under city lights on cold rainy nights
It feels cold, but warmed with the thoughts of a gun
And a hand that would reach out to no-one
"Honey, it isn't the same"
Well whos to blame
Lay sitting phone busy on the doorstep
Because what you did, made the rain cry
Wondering why to god
And praying to the devils child
You got it all wrong
And your decisions are wild
With a knife to your wrist and a girl loved left pissed
How does it feel?
To have that light in your life shut off and left to gather dust
Like a painting on the wall
So many of the same clutter your walls
You got what you wanted, and you don't feel feelings
It's because you're a work of priceless art
And all you ever cared about was yourself
So you can't see that girls changing
To feel like the world around her
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You could always tell when I was upset
Because I'd write and write till my pencil broke
And the outcome never really rhymed
Am I upset?
Copyright © Kymberley Simpson | Year Posted 2010
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