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Written by: Me...Duh.
Side notes: Real feelings, real experiences, a real friend made me feel this way.
This does not include anything related to Hoshi. (just incase she reads this)
I'd never write anything like this about you. I love you lots, too much to say bad stuff.
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Why -Tied to the ropes-
Why? Why will they all kiss her?
Why do they walk by me, and treat her as treasure?
Why is it, I get some..
and she gets a little more?
why does she get the love? What has she done?
To deserve the kiss on his lips?
I stayed through the talks, and the cries of crap
she wailed over the phone
I hugged her stick thin body through it all,
I wiped up her trash that she left behind.
I was the shoulder she worn out,
I was her trash to dump on.
And I took it all, with-out a word.
I worked hard, day and night.
Sun to moon,Clouds to sunsets
To see it rise.
She let it fall, far below.
And she looks at me with her green eyes.
How dare she.
After the many a time she stabbed my back,
After the many a time I cried nights,
After the many a time I still bothered to call when she forgot,
After she told me things that made my ears bleed with throbbing pain.
I was still the one going to the store, to buy her something nice.
She pays with fake money, in hope it would pay for the medication for my broken heart.
I paid her real money, in hope she could set her head straight.
Why?
Why??
Why???
She gets the man of my dreams,
the one who understood my chained feelings.
After she ignores his cries for salvation.
After every now in then she asks him "are you okay?"
Thinking one question would patch it all up.
I was the one that constantly made him to fess up to his frowns.
I was the one who dealt with his hateful parents when they answered the phone.
I was the one who called him and his sister, and care what they had to say.
Her cries about crap, fed me up with hate.
Her life is so bad-she claims, I call it bullshit.
I'm so sick, so sick, to the bones with it all.
She gets the love, she gets everything she wants, She never gets talked back to because I keep my mouth shut, She still gets to complain to someone while I get nothing, she gets to talk about herself,
she wins the contest she forces between her and I.
And yet...
I still have nerve enough to put "her" before "I" for her sake, and the sake of the sentence structure.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Thu Feb 28, 2008 @ 04:02am · 0 Comments |
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