You’re trying drag your me back
with your sickly, sweet fake smile.
A loving heart is what you lack.
Fooling everyone for awhile
Inside your house of horror
Whilst your rotting, souls haunting
wondering around amongst the living dead, in terror.
My money that is you only wanting
I’m not coming back to your hell
no way, I’m not going to slowly die, unlike you.
I am going fly, cant you tell?
You will not kill me too.
I’m going to survive your silly storm
Throughout you throwing your shit about
I won’t react, just watch me perform.
Sitting there whilst you rant and shout
Running your mouth trying hurt me,
but you will not.
Laughing in your face because, I am free
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 5th, 2018 13:22
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Comments1
is it another real person?
or is it your other self. we are all dual in nature. at least. if it is not another person I wish you all the best. if I am ignorant, please forgive me.
Thanks
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