Is this fate?
Could i stand for it?
Shoould i lie?
Do i cry?
Take a chance for it?
Distort it...
Hide it this way...
My pride and dismay
will just rot and decay
and not go away
But the love today
It just cuts
and my blood
would just drip
look for help
need a drug
here's a tip
back up with a busted lip
you're a chip
on my shoulder
don't care if you're older
than me
ain't it keen
to be mean
or be evil
pull a stunt like
evil keneevil
Then again maybe not
Feeling bad?
Just find a good spot
Make a scab
Cut the wrists and then bleed in my bath
Hang it
or slice
It would be nice
for your neck to just snap
get a gun and a friend
pop a cap
to the end of this rhyme
By daminami
 Danamii · Tue Feb 19, 2008 @ 04:27am · 0 Comments |
