You know who you are. you know what you have said
In these deep set ocean blue eyes..you are dead
I'm gonna try and bust out the rhyme of all rhymes
If it doesn't take, listen to some ol' morris day & the Times
The saddest, most pathetic store's ever told
These are memories made up in your head.
Damn you are bold
Sad, and sickened, and really grief stricken
no not so much the last part
honestly it's all just a way out from the start
your life is no way hard.
thing's just handed to you like you are really meant to play this part
i really wanted to believe that you were hurt, honest, fuked in the head
Truly believing it was your upbringing
NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH
Never again will this size 1 ever be in your BED
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem