For some reason i was reading a poem and thought of you sitting at home,
waiting for her to call, waiting for your dad to drop the bomb, listening for the knock, the knock on the door, and to see her come through.to wonder when the next kiss from me would be to you. to write that shi* and leave me like this ,hurts no more than you do, so now i guess you know.
you know how far to go to make me cry, make me walk one step closer and curl up to die.
don't even try, though, because i do not care, eventually Kayla wont even be there. do you honestly believe that if you and me didn't work that you two will? you don't see that all you had sometimes was me, and one day the way you lost me she too will flee. but don't blame yourself, just go see your shrink, and then take one more chance to lay there and think... about my neck, my perfume, the frog and bear, the ring that my heart /needed/ me to wear. the promises y o u broke, and how you turned all of that around so that it seemed as though i hated you. but you know better than anyone that i will get back up, and one day so soon it will be your turn to swoon, her turn to lead you on, be heartless, ruthless, and colder than the winter snow. your turn to try to get up and be pushed back down. to question trust for yourself, and to know what real torture is.this is my last wish, with all that is in my bone.....
that you will die, i wont cry, and you'll look above from Hell, to see the girl who held your soul in hers the day that you decided to curse me and lie. my wish is for you just to die.
