Happiness Is., by . QUEENIE .
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happiness is
what the drugs give you
this is what you feel
when i remember how much
i've caused you to hate me
you bait and you taunt you
you flaunt and you flirt
you am everything
and you walk all over our memories
as though they were dirt.
i don't know that you could stop..
i wish and i pray for you
i cry everynight and each day
i try so hard to stay calm
amnd forget
but i do know
i don't want to right now
not now
right anyways,
not yet.
i'm giving up
you do your drugs
you be "yourself"
i can't care anymore
if o think you're fucking up.
and i will never
wish you good luck,
not for your coke
and your meth
and your E
and your pot..
no never
fucking get lost.
you think this is a life to live
you think this is all
the world has to give?
Well if you can't be happy on your own
if you cant realize
who were your friends
if you cant see past
your perfect nose
thenn good riddance to you
in the trash our relationship goes.
fuck all we had
and fuck all the good times
i dont care anymore
you're no friend of mine.
i waited and i tried
i sat here and i cried
you dont giuve a damn
and neither should i then
it's unfortunate
how beauty must end.
a pretty face without blood
and heart without a soul
im sorry michelle
that destroying yourself
has become your goal.
xoxo
Kyelle
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Posted: 2005-06-16 23:38:04 UTC |
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