And here's the cliche bit now
i miss you so much it f**cking hurts
the taste of your lips
the smell of your shirt....

*my poem corroding my cheek

I'm seeing you everywere
a passing blur from a car window
why are you always there...

you are lingering here
even after the crash...

it hurts too much to feel your presence
hurts to much to think its you

I'm just another body down

just a percentage

i'm making a sum to ruin this girl

because nothing spells i want to die

like blood and a bullet shell

I'm sorry but reds my colour now

you tore apart my feelings

&&
now i hope you burn in hell
to make me feel so DIRTY
to make me want to die...
but then to soak me full with sympathy
and still call yourself my guy...

Im sorry
thats all i have to say
a short one liner
of why i didnt stay

Lets do some drugs
and f**ck off the world
dont fall in love
make yourself a 1 way ticket to hell
dont hold back tears
just dont give a sh**t
about anyone
about anything

A fake id will lend her the credibility
to be the girl no-one sees
shes a virgin at 15
because the guys are drunk
&& her clothes are barely there
because shes tried to fit in..
because nobody has ever cared

We are the generation
handpicked to [[bleed]]

I'm just another body down
you never heard me make a sound
im gonna make a comeback
scream it loud and clear!!

She doesnt dress over controvercially
skank herself up for guys to like her
she waites for the boy
to see through the makeup
for the boy who will call her beautiful
when tears are cascading down her cheeks