The killer that lies inside your skull
Your heart does me a favour
And returns to the thorns
Cuz babe your the play ,
And I'm the player
To do as you say ,
I'm always in favour ,
There's nothing to kind ,
But do me a favour ,
Just keep me alive ,
At least an alibi
Every step you seem to take
You take it down my next mistake
I see you writing no time to waste
I am the top of your sweet list
You try and hold my temper down
And standing daggers on the ground
You've arrowed me with just a flair
And stabbing me to my own death
No mercy no faith
It's my own poor fate
To trust such a person
With words that are few
Your planning and plotting can get out of hand
But you keep on looking deep at thin air
The difference can't be seen
To much thought to shown your so keen
I'd fault my own eyes for glistening of luck
I've struck my own fate of warning crooks
Your constant and I'm a passer-by
Without me you'd dare to survive ,
I'm the one hooked on
So much more deep
Misleading cheapstake ,
Forgive me
Your mind controlling organelles survive
While mine would die at maturing time
Leave me and take me
Show me and blind me
Too much is to less
And nothing's this useless;
I'm trusting your name lies with God's own mistake
But things that had to happen would have to happen again .
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PoesíaThis book contains of a variety of Poems and Quotes ..... they're mostly personal and can relate to anyone ❤ *All original quotes and poems *
