Giveand
Giveand
Give
and
Could I
Would I
Should I?
I'd do anything for
shuteye
A goodbye
A
don’t ask why.
And no
afternoon
cries.
Let me be
more tv.
alone
what a treat
And
I won’t smile
no laughs for miles;
my new
style
adopted through
trial...
no errors
I've become
this
terror.
and no
more
thank yous
galore.
I'm sick of polite
this dishonest
plight
and if I’ve scarred
you
for life
I don’t care
a slight.
I hope you’ve felt
this
burn.
Its taken a turn
so much worse
and when you’re
hurt
(which I hope you were)
I’ll peel at your wounds
scars and scabs
stitches
and bitches
and point till
they laugh.
Finally,
you,
just go away.
It doesn’t
matter how
now.
So I can bask
in this emotional
drought.
