By wishful_thinking
Date: 24 March 2001
Beaten
I just can't do this anymore,
sit back and watch you with that whore.
You're right I am passing judgement,
but only out of lack of heart felt sentement.
You opened my eyes to what's always been true.
Then you show me it's all that you knew.
My clothes are washed and the garbage's been taken out.
And all these little imperfections are starting to amount...to everything.
Do me a favor don't look at me,
like I owe you something I can't see.
Don't try to be my friend,
you broke me and you can't also mend.
Captured all the fairytale endings.
Put them on a shelf and nightmares you're lending.
My clothes are washed and the garbage's been taken out.
And all these little imperfections are starting to amount...to everything.
(possibly not finished)
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