I Cry

Wasting my time,
loving you is a crime,
a fedaral offence,
for having no common sence.
I cry.

Dream of a day,
where everything's my way,
Adream that won't come true,
all because of you.
I cry.

Laughter's wasted,
on sweetness untasted,
bitter, sour, you...
complainging is all you do.
I cry.

Slamming the door,
leaving you wanting more,
pack up my things,
and leave your mood swings.
You cry.





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