He died
He's dead
He's dead in my eyes
He never existed
He never lived
I never called him mine
He never hurt me
He never loved me
I never loved him back
He never lied
I never cried
He never made me feel like crap
He's dead
He never existed
So I hold no grudge
Because nothing happened
Like friendly kisses
There was never any love
YOU ARE READING
Tired Of You
PoetryBasically? It's me talking about some sad stuff in weird ways. A lot of it is probably going to be vauge, but I like it, and I hope you will to. Cool beans?
