I used to believe in you.
I really did.
I believed you could do some real good.
I believed you were different.
I believed that you cared
About more than a title
But the truth is you're scared
Of titles and commitments
Yet you fool everyone into thinking
You're the one for the job
The second you had a chance though
I was your vice.
You let out your feelings
The ones that weren't so nice.
You didn't care
If I got hurt in the end.
You didn't care
That you took all my friends.
You act so sweet
As your lips drip honey
So no one can see
Your dark and scarred soul.
You tore yourself apart
To be something better
But needed a way
To let out the beast
The dark parts of yourself
That you wished away.
But the destruction you caused
Oh my dear it stayed.
So everyone vote!
For your favorite man.
And as for my pain?
Well, no one gives a damn.
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Wandering Thoughts
RandomI don't know what this is. Or what it will be. As of right now, I guess this is me.