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you tell me not to run with scissors,
don't pet the strange dogs,
don't talk to strangers,
and never play on the road.

years later,
your advice i've kept,
silently gone over it,
and avoided bad situations.

then one day,
i was running so fast,
touching every dog i passed,
and now here i stand, in the road.

blind to see,
that you couldn't protect me,
my friends were liars,
who sent me out to play.

sullen and silent,
dead in my heart,
i question this,
and ask for the time back.

time well spent,
time i wasted,
playing with knives,
matches and guns.

is nothing compared,
to the friends turned strangers,
the rumours and hate,
oh how i love myself.

it's a riddle,
a one person puzzle,
i'm a broken doll,
with no warrenty.

i've now remembered,
to finally forget,
everything we had,
becuase you are a sham.

you were a scam,
a plot sod evious,
you stole away years of my life,
and now here, i return you your knife.

you may think you've broken me,
but now you play the fool,
in the end this is nothing,
and i will win.

i will strive on,
alive and well,
forgetting you,
you bitch from hell.

go on hurting,
deserting,
cursing,
and lying.

ego's are nothing,
once you stop being,
a little kid of fifteen,
you will see, where we come from.




** some people are really just too good to be true. we've 
all had those poeple as our *friends*. Michelle, I love 
you. Don't let her win. **
 xoxo Kyelle


Posted: 2005-01-20 14:54:51 UTC

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