| “I will never understand you. When will I stop trying? Cause it’s just not how I planned to spend my time till dying” -311-Champagne I am not what you think I am what you crave. I do not like you any more I am not a dream. I walked to your house You slammed the door. Greetings no longer necessary I stare, longing for more. Doors slamming, people yelling Is this what you want? No more niceness left to share You chose that road. Sure, I paid my money like a good girl Thinking I’d get more than this. Rejected, tossed aside, I know how you feel. My feelings aren’t the same, Doesn’t mean that you’re to blame. If you want this, You can have it. I don’t care. I refuse to let you taint this moment And tamper with my head. You started this course, now I’m going in another direction. Don’t look to me for any answers. Sure, I used to feel. It was quite fun. Now I’m out in the sun Burning for no one. Things could have ended differently We both know that. A month came and went And you slowly passed. So farewell to what was there And hello to something new. You deserve something I can’t give And I deserve all I’m worth. We knew this time would come Neither wants to be the first. You’re hanging on to something still. Could it be my pictures? My name? No, I think it is a memory Because I’m no longer around. -ELIZABETH |
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