(in case u cant get the ryme sceme, every other line rymes.)
my masceras smearing
teas driping from my eyes
\'i\'ll always love you\' is all i keep hearing.
Such a beautiful lie,
that gives me reason enough to live
but even more of a reason to die.
SO i cut my arms and i burn my hips,
to replace the pain of sorrow
till\' the next time you kiss my lips.
I need a line,
to wash it all away
so that once again im fine.
I smoke the whole tee to my head,
wishing you away
Remembering everything you\'ve ever said.
(not that good..i wrote it yesterday n thought i would submit it...comments are always appreciated)
