January 27 2009
If I can’t be happy
With the people who now lie
Why should I be friends?
Again, why should I try?
I’m sick of gossip
Sick of scorn
I really wish that some of you
In my life were never born
You’ve forced me to live your nightmares
Your nightmares full of pain
Of drama, gossip, evil things
Coming down like acid rain
You are no friend of mine
I’ll disown you from my heart
Believe me I won’t grieve for you
When we’re far apart
I work best alone, you see
Each of you mean nothing anymore
This world so cold is your doing
At least we adapt, are protected from what you do
My walls are up
My swords are drawn
We’ll see who’s still standing
At the break of dawn
Lilac
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