There is not much to say
About a man who would lie to my face
Or regarding a man who would laugh at my beliefs
Both of them met me at the wrong time
While I gave them my righteous soul
Stayed friends with one
The other would think about me as a cheap one
Doesn't matter, the truth is
I couldn't care less about these two.Shortest.
Trust
Curly hair, stripe shirt
Pretty smile, dimples on
He sat next to me and asked my name
Almost similar, we started to talk
One thing lead to the other
And now I find myself
Making out with him at the stairs
Passionate kisses, it's been so long
Since I last tasted a guy's lips
Brand new cigarettes, smelling his neck
Little would he know
I could also smell some of his liesCurly hair, yellow shirt
Serious face, tall as hell
He sat at the front row and looked at the board
Wasn't until a couple of months later
That we would be friends
Fighting to have his love towards me
When I got it, I'd make out with him at the stairs
First kisses for him, I'd feel embarrassed about it
He wouldn't even touch me, culture here
Is entirely out of my comprehension
He hates the smell of smoke
Little would he know
I couldn't tolerate some of his shits.Behavior
Some white stairs on a September afternoon
Sun all down, brightest stars aligned
Cigarette smell, lips against mine
Blowing my mind, heating the vibe
After some days, a lie is underneath his breath
The past is still in his heart
I can't do much but to leave
While he is running, trying to catch my soul
I'm already long goneSome old jokes on a May night
So in love with him, until realizing
He would never accept me as who I am
Seems my sexuality is a topic of disgrace
In a Christian household, he hides from my sight
Pretending to be okay with everything I said
I take my feelings somewhere else
While he is claiming to have changed
I'm already long goneSome tears fall apart on a November day
I sat and realized my truth
All alone in the middle of my room
I would never go back unless for some kisses
Whenever I'm broken hearted
Deep inside, I feel an emptiness can't be solved
I can't control it, the one I loved is gone
While both of them are claiming I'm the bad one
I'm already long gone[I don't care. I'm already long gone]
Letters
I wrote some letters back when I was in love
Before him screaming at me
And throwing words at my dress
I doubt he still has them now
Again, I wasted my words on someone
Worthless of my affectionI wrote some letters back when I cared
Before the lies and disappearing in a party
He never cared, and now we kissed again
I felt nothing but the pleasure of not loving
Again, I still miss my Marksman the most
Worthless of my affection.
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