no more im taking this hatred from you
you make me feel dead when im talking to you
youll take me for granted when im not around
so burn all your bridges cause im not going down
this time i will be heard
im not gonna burn
its funny how the table,
how the table turns
you fake your damnation
you pray for salvation
cause your heart is made of stone
you can die and rot alone
i hope youre unhappy and hurting inside
i want you to choke when you swallow your pride
lay in your coffin and sleep with your sins
give me the nails and ill hammer them in right now
this time you wont be heard
you are gonna burn
its funny how the table,
how the table turns
you fake your damnation
you pray for salvation
cause your heart is made of stone
you can die and rot alone
you fake your damnation
you pray for salvation
cause your heart is made of stone
you can die and rot alone
this time you wont be heard
this time you wont be heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, mean but has a reason