You are that kind of guy
Only thing you want is to get high
Urging me to let out a sigh
Actually, you aren't even that sly
Reaching desperately for the sky
Eventually you will fall down and die
And yet you continue attempting to fly
Flawless lies, all of them I used to buy
Unexpectedly you told me "bye"
Cruelty was hidden in your lie
Knowing damn well that you'll make me cry
I still walked up to you to say hi
Never failed to grab me by my tie
Gallons of tears cried and yet I feel so dry
Like I've said a million times before, why?
I knew you weren't actually that shy
As evil as pitch black dye
Reckless with a broken heart and a tear in my eye
YOU ARE READING
A Bouquet Of Wilted Flowers
PoésieWilted flowers may be used to express such sad sentiments as heartbreak, though sometimes with a sense of irony.
