BUT I DON'T SEE WHERE WE ARE GOING.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUR HEART SAYING,
DO I EVEN MEAN SOMETHING?
OR A BIG FUCKING NOTHING?
I SEE MY SELF SUFFERING.
LIGHT OFF, HEART DOWN,
HOW SHOULD I MOVE ON?
WITH ALL THE LOVE THAT I CANT COUNT
DID YOU JUST SEE ME AS A CARTOON?
HOW CAN I CARRY ON?
YOU FUCKING MORON.
LET MY HEART SCREAM,
TO SHOW YOU HOW MAD I AM,
LET THE TEARS STREAM,
TO SHOW YOU HOW HURT I AM.
JUST DON'T CALL MY FUCKING NAME.
YOU THROAT DON'T EVEN DESERVE MY TIME.
I AM GOING THROUGH ALL THIS,
WITH ALL THE BULLSHIT AND RUBBISH,
STAY OUT AND WATCH ME PERISH,
THAT WILL BE MY LAST WISH,
THANKS GIRL FOR ALL THIS.
FOR ALL THE TRASH AND ANGUISH.
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