Treasure Island

Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer


At the End of the Day


The art of making a girl feel special,
you got it, no doubts.
The art of using her and breaking her heart,
you master it too, no lies.
Buy her flowers one moment and then
yell at her the next.
Pick her right back up, and make her
feel like she's better than the rest.
You got your game going,
it's excelling up high.
However, when honesty come in,
all you do is hide.
You're too afraid to admit the wrongs you do;
Too afraid to take the responsibility for the heart you screwed
But it's alright, it's okay
You're the one who lose at the end of the day.

Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 24, 2012

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