It Hurts Like Hell
I Should Know Since You Put Me Through It
My Tears Burn
Or Maybe It's The Flame Of
My Anger
I Can't Tell Anymore
But Who Would I Tell
You Don't Care
Yet You're Still Careful Around Me
I Rounded It Up To Ignorance
You Must Hate My Love
But Why Must You Hate Me
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
