the chain of ever ending hateful poems about you.
yeah and their your favorite...stupid kindergarten rhyming poems.
you forgot me long ago....it shouldn't bother me now.
pretty words with empty meaning
oh how now the nerve of them could leave me screaming
dying lies that will forever haunt my tomorrows
i just want to cry.
i guess fairy tales do die at the strike of midnight.
and no glass slipper will stand in your path
no glory will come through the shattered glass
just me alone
with a few words i wish to cut and run from.
"you didn't waste it. goodbye."
you'll be sleeping at the strike of midnight
dreaming nothing will hurt you
cause nothing will
your thoughts about me are dismissed
your heart left me without even a gentle kiss.
haven't we all heard this story before?
the girl whose heart will always be waiting at your back door??
and the black mascara stained with my face runs and runs
but soon will run dry
tears won't help me any better
but what can i do?
you don't love me you don't want me
you finally genuinely had me after all these years and you let me go.
damn that fucking hurts.
when did i became not a "need"
but then again thats all we really were
---just open cuts waiting to bleed.