think of all the tears i wasted
and all the messages deleted
that left me an empty shell
so the only thing
that keeps me through the day
is knowing somehow your gona pay
for putting me through
all this hell
i poured out my heart
to you from the start
you drank it up
fed from me
and then left it in the mud
so now you better watch out
because im out for blood
and trust me, when im done
you wont be wearing
that big fake smile
youll be too busy
running from me
for about a thousand miles
now i see
you were just messin around
you might even think
your sorry now
but believe me
im gona show you
how sorry you can be
im one match
thats hard to beat
so dont you think
that im just playing
im dead serious
and your dead meat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem