The fact is..

by Shaina Ahenger   Nov 25, 2006


Who are you?
what do you want from me?
I refuse to help you
to love you
to forgive you
you're nothing but a drunk
a foolish soul
waiting for its death
you'll never give up
that feeling of a buzz
you'll see
what is right infront of your eyes
the daughter
that has been reaching out
is finally turning away
the hope is lost
and the fact is...
you will never change..

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