Words

by KellynGailen   Nov 28, 2013


This is the last straw
'Cause you're walking on thin ice,
And the cat got your tongue
How typical.

Put your foot in your mouth,
Hit the road
And cry me a river.

I'm giving you the cold shoulder,
But your head is in the clouds.

I'm playing you the worlds tiniest violin
Because you lie like a rug
And you expect me to keep my lips sealed.

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