I've yet to rip off all of our photos from my wall in some disorderly fashion
In hitting me when I was down, results of such necessary act makes its reward the more handsome
Staring at the wall, wondering if they learned the same I did
Your neighbours down the hall, are they aware of what I would not kid
Oh, what I would not give
You send polite asking me to forgive
It's so messed up to think of it
Oh, what I would not give
You had me crumbling down in the raw darkness of public in Camden Town
Where the roads all look the same, I look insane, broken wheels rolling around
Staring at the wall, wondering if they learned the same I did
Your neighbours down the hall, are they aware of what I would not kid
Oh, what I would not give
You sent a card and thought I would like it
Where's the remorse? I only grew livid
Oh, for what I would not give
Stop expecting me to forgive
And making excuses to excuse it
And sending memories instead of apologies
It's so messed up just to think of it
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
