Hes a waste

Sitting in the quiet room
full of sweaty palms
legs twiching furiously
fist feeling like bombs

pearing threw the window
filling up with rage
staring at that girl
wondering her age

looking at the ceiling
starting to slowly rise
thinking about him
and all his stupid lies

closing in on him
face to face
looking him in the eye
whispering your a waste

staring at his blank eyes
feeling overcome with pain
shouting at the girlfriend
anger rushing threw the veins

storming out the door
feeling the hateful stares
starting up the car
forgetting about all the cares

driving faster then the thoughts
the tears start to flow
rembering his warm arms
and how it was long ago