Sickness

by Rene`a   Nov 22, 2006


Cry in your sleep
go ahead and count those sheep
no more do i wish
to feed you my dish
you hateful person
you should be in prison
the beaten you gave
for me to hide in a cave
i hate you forever
i will no longer be your lover
even though i think about you
and i know you think too
i can't stand looking
of what kept me shooking
your no good
you don't even belong in this hood
you should be done
so far gone
you stupid little ass
you shoved me in the grass
you pushed me down
and made me wear the frown
now i can't handle it
i just want to slit
but i won't let you have that gain
i won't let you make me scream in vain
the day a smile comes on my face
is the day i leave that trace
of your blood
all over this hood
then bury you deep
for your soul you can keep
its worthless to me
but now i hope you see
i no longer love you
and i no longer need you
i am better off alone
so don't even call me on the phone
you make me sick
you stupid prick

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