Rhymes From My Mind

Too Good To Be True

Tired of being the second choice
Being the plan B
After all I guess I was nothing more than a hobby
You said that you loved me
Plenty of times
That was the first chapter of the book of lies
When someone looks too good to be true
They usually are
In the end it's just another scar
Might as well rip appart
All those poems and songs
And come back to my cold evil form
I have a better idea
Why don't I blast my head to shreds
And paint the fucking walls whit red