mean (frankly.. halarious) poem

Sunday, October 31, 2010

 
f time is money
then stop wasting my time
your a robber your a theif
I dont mean to be so breif


You always dish it out
But you cant take what you serve
I don’t shove it back
I only give what you diserve
Im letting you go
I just dont know you anymore


where did our love go
im glad it finally moved away
where did our love go
tell it to not come back again


its not welcome here anymore
stop wallowing in your self pitty
I dont care if your hearts sore
envy on you isnt pretty

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