Woman are just as good as men at lying,
Men are just as good at crying,
Men and woman are both alive,
So why do you compromise, me
I just want to ask why, see.
I wasted my time trying to, better your life,
I'm wasting this rhyme trying to, create a sign,
But the shit I go trough isn't right,
Don't think I should be playing Mr. nice guy.
Fuck!
Fuck this shit, stupid as shit I'm goin to put you on the spot I'm going to blast it, it's the fashion, breaking people's heart like you're trying to put them in a casket, let me help you out and give you a hatchet, you ratchet. Anyways. I don't care what heaven says, they don't feel emotion every day, they don't care about anything. They sing and they go about their, endless days in the sun. While down here on earth it's sunny but I feel it's dark. I don't want to be any where near this situation again, sat here telling girls I used to talk to, we were just friends all for your stupid ass. Bye.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
