Funny how its meant to be, when she is you
She can't be me.
Funny how the days go by
I hate the way you make her cry,
You dress her up and make her leave
Fingerprints trail up her sleeve.
You're sometimes nice, but its a lie
You're just a two faced kind of guy.
You are gone now and i am too,
she never did a thing to you.
I can see her standing there, alone without us she is scared.
We used to have fun, we used to play
but now she is alone, I hope shes okay.
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My Sweet Grave Digger
PoetryI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
