Your sorries are like imitated goods,
They are worthless, full of crap
Your sorries are like fools gold,
Cheaply spoken with no value in their existence
Your sorries are like breathing,
Countless times it comes and goes vanishing into thin air
Your sorries are like the Guilty,
They only come out after they are caught in the act
Your sorries are prideful,
They're only used to protect your own ass
Your sorries are lies,
I've heard them over and over again
Your sorries are meaningless,
Noise really,
And it's annoying me
- Author: aznsupastarr ( Offline)
- Published: May 23rd, 2024 03:37
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
Comments1
Maybe you should get the whip out
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