For You EspeciallyThink of the 'Taste of Ink' beat.All this time, I never noticedI was doing myself no favoursI cared too much about your problemsand now I'm lost in my own onesThanks a lot for hating meAll it took was that to seeBehind your lies you aren't that toughThere's other people I should love, butMy heart will sink so low sometimesThe shit you take, I sympathiseI admire your rock-hard maskBut I can see through all the cracksI can't help but wonder ifThere's a hole inside your chestI wonder if you're missing meOr if you've moved on easilySo, here I amMy heart can mendThe hole you left is covered upI'd never tell,
Jumping in front of cars.The dark red Corsa will go straight through us.The impact's too much in this adrenaline rush.We're on the same path, in the same car crash.Let go of your past, travelling first class.Our hearts hit the tires and our lifetime expires.This world full of liars is finally behind us.The shock in my bones as my head hits stone.My life ends on the road, 'cause Heaven's my new home.
Lullaby of World War III can hear them coming,I know that sound too well.We all rush to the shelter,and prepare ourselves for hell.When we think it's over,we check to see if we're dead.We rush the younger childreninside and put them to bed.You can see how much they're shaking,and you can tell they're scared.But I know for sure they wouldn't be,if you were sitting there.You'd sing me a lullaby,about a lamb that Mary had.And I would always fall asleep,before you reach the end.Now my baby sistersare pulling on my sleeves.Asking me to sing to them,until they fall asleep.So I'd sing what I could rememberfrom seven years ago.Wh
Nonsense requestHave you ever noticed just how sad most poems are?They're about death and dying, tears and crying.Where the hell's the 'love'?So for today, and tomorrow, and ages after that;I've decided to write happy things and other bundles of crap.No miserable feel-bad-for-me stuff or supposed 'real life stories',Because I can honestly say to you, I find them terribly boring.I know some people just love 'angst' and saddening blah-dee-blah.But, don't you love those happy poems that make you giggle and laugh?To be fair with you, when I read one I normally want to cry,because I don't like to hear of how that lovely person dies.If I was
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