Underneath the mask youve buried yourself into Its coal-black I am tired of the gulping that you do Every day a new face What if I unscrew Your own identity Wouldnt you guess theres nothing left of you? The quicksand of life drags us Down into the circle One day we might not catch you I feel sorry, for what you try to do Breaking others down, to try and to pursue Your own selfish interests I am starting to get sick of you Whatever happened ever since you left You make yourself and me look like fools
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 20:58:39 +0000
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