This Was To My Ex.. No Title Yet..

by Mac   Aug 10, 2006


You Think You Can Make It All Better,
With Your Words Of Persuasion.
But With Me,
I Can See Right Past Your Lies.
You Think You Can Just Categorize Me,
Like I'm Some Kind Of Thing.
Label me All You Want,
It Does Nothing But Humor Me.
To Watch You Sit There,
And Judge People.
Take A Look In A Mirror,
Tell Me What You See.
You See All The Lies,
And All The Shame You Bring Upon Yourself.
I Laugh At You,
And At The Same Time I Pity You.
For Someone Who Tries So Hard,
To Try To Please Someone.
Who Doesn't Even,
Give Two Sh*ts About You.
Your Supposed Words Of Comfort,
Bring Nothing But Sorrow.
To My Already,
Twisted Mind.
All You Do,
Is Feed My Anger.
And While You Sit There And Call Me Names And Break My Heart,
The Pain And The Anger Grow.
And With Your Last Words Of Lies,
I Spit On You.
For You Stupidity,
To Even For A Moment To Think.
That Im Going To Sit Here,
And Take Your F**king Lies.

When You hit Rock Bottom The Only Way To Go Is Up. So I Guess I'm Moving Up. Or Trying To.

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