
She spoke of me, like property, like a thing to be thrown away. Now the venom is in all the songs she sings, and the words we used to say.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Words: 257 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-14-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2923570
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She spoke of me
Like Property,
Like a thing to be thrown away
Now the venom is in
All the songs that she sings,
And in the things that I seem to say
She's holding on,
But the reasons are wrong
I'm dragging far down this fucking road
And I'm calling it quits
Before it all goes to shit
Before this body grows too cold
Call me a cheat
A liar,
Lets light this house on fire,
Tear it all down
And just watch it burn
Said I'm a masochist,
Build me a crucifix
I'm sorry darling
That I'm ruining your world
Every word you've said
Lodged so deep inside
Call me a quitter,
I'm a mistake
Screaming in my ear,
Because there's nothing to hear
I'm a bastard,
And we're all so fake
Tell evangelists
All the things you'll miss
When you've sealed yourself so deep
When it's all gone wrong.
Look back, remember these songs
And cry yourself back to sleep
Call me a cheat
A liar,
Lets light this house on fire,
Drag it all down in front
And just watch it burn
Said I'm a masochist,
Build me a crucifix
I'm sorry darling
That I'm ruining your world
This is a eulogy,
The very end of me
I'm giving up now
And laying in the dirt
I'm everything they said,
These voices in my head,
Whisper-silent ask me
Why does it still hurt?
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