Didn't want me no more
Bur you were craving a whore
So you came to me
Wanting to see everything
Calling me baby
Sayin "I love you sexy"
But it's just a facade
Because I see through your lies
Though you say you love
In your eyes I see you hate
Though you call me sexy
I see you wince
Tell me, "baby", what's my name?
Do you even remember
Or was just a number?
But honey, numbers don't last with you.
They're like seconds on a clock with you.
And times flies so fast, "baby"
1, 2, 3
Don't miss me
I'm gone
And I was never your "baby"
YOU ARE READING
Trapped No More
PoetryTrapped No More Is the sequel to my other poetry collection which is titled Inside No Longer, which was based on the idea that popularity is fickle and that there's no superior group to anyone. This collection will be based on the theme of unspoken...
