My mum doesn't love you anymore
My sister thinks that I should ignore
All of your twisting of tales
And passive-aggressive ways which you wail
I stand upon thinning lines here
So strand by strand I'm pulling out my hair
Each one looks back, ear to ear
A grin saying "he won't care"
My fears take me back to some better time
When I didn't have anything to lose or fight
But now, a sucker for abuse from your judging eyes
I've become and I don't run anyplace but into your life
I stand upon thinning lines here
So strand by strand I'm pulling out my hair
Each one looks back, ear to ear
A grin saying "he won't care"
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
