I felt the distance
You had no shame
Carrying on
Continuing the game
I knew before we left
It wasn't just me
Yet you went along
Like I couldn't see
The darkness in your eyes
Your inability to touch
You starting acting like
You did before
When you were fucking that other whore
I felt it, knew it, was sick in my gut
Yet I took you along
Knowing this will be our last trip
You used my kIndness to snatch your next victim
Look, baby girl! I'm in Denver…
I'm someone different
Yet I'm not
I would not have a damn thing
If it wasn't for fake love
Using a girl to impress
Cause you can't do it on your own
All you care about is the chase
Cause you can't be alone
In the quiet of the day
Your brain needs diverted
From thinking about the things
That makes you perverted.
Don't be a bitch
Don't try to lie
Cause
Every girl will eventually see
That you're black on the inside.
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Author:
Cat White (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
wonderful utilisation of rage as inspiration
thanks for sharing
(its crazy how common a tale it is
its crazy, how uncommonly we repeat
our mistakes
its crazy, that we're driven crazy
by their self-involved, pathetic insignificance
because we chose, to care
because we wanted them to realise
what a gift we made of ourselves
when we chose, them
above our rationality's, sense...
oh well, Fck em!
..onwards)
Exactly! This happens alot and I'm putting all my energy and time into myself now. No one out there deserving of my love...onward! Lol
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