une monde fabriquer par rien

July 30, 2009
Shaking clock hands tease you now.
how’s your head doing,
does it hurt now?,
do the lights all seem like stars?
is it me who gave you scars?
I say didn’t know i caused you pain and you reply by crying my name
again my name, again in shame, my name.
again you’re lame.

goodbye;

i leave you start to yell
i’m sorry that you never fell,

in love.





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