i really fuckin hate you
actually its me that i hate
i hate the fact the jealousy over powers my soul
i know i can let it go, but i havent done so yet
i dont even like you, its the idea that enchants me
romance ha, more like slut and tramp me
just another candy that taste sweet
before you know it, i cant sleep
wont ever show it, this hands weak
rather write my feelings then hear this man speak
but eventually some one will hear this
feel some type of way and possibly adhear to this
cause its the attachment that makes me happy
but after a while, get sick of the crappy attitudes
sappy asshole moods
hate to say it but id gladly break the news to my self
if i could but i cant
i should but i wont
its not good to find
my self wishin i was alone
some should throw me a bone
atleast to hold me over
im sobe and its fine
now lets rewind
im not sober and i feel better
i feel warm like i been wrapped with a sweater
i have to send letters to you
there over the mark and way past due
but i know you love to read the things,
that i already knew
i cant sit still in this game of musical bitches
i flip switches and blow kisses
but never find what this one wishes
proly cause i dont even know what i want