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I had a phase, an utter moment; gone.
Glance and a smile, utter silence, now withdrawn.
STOP! What is that, I hear a little boy.
Quit it, my lover; I am ready to destroy--
I heard you, but I lost it.
I wasn't guilty, not one bit.
It was out of my hands.
Smile cover up, for messed up plans.
Scratch my back; I scratch yours.
No room, too late- for open doors.
Come back when you've learned.
Come back when you've been burned.
I hate to break it, that bubble.
But your not worth the trouble.
Your an attempted suicide gone wrong.
Sad excuse for air; not as weak as strong.
A fill of laughter but not so much as tears
Seeing inside all of your laughable fears.
Got a pretty boy, he's got alot of nothing.
Pretty boy who's got a broken wing.
Nothing that lays of anything from the end to brim,
yet un-mistakable forgotten faces trip over him.
So he can forget them all over again.
Don't forget pretty boy; you've got alot thats not much.
It isn't as much as you think to have a sexy touch--
Gone wrong wrist slitting;
An outfit thats not fitting;
Compressed lies on dirt roads;
A 'hit me one more time' joining humble abodes;
Forgotten scratch and sniff new face every other day;
Another dwell in his most hidden display;
Pretending to be held in regard into your most favorite face;
A pretty boy out of place;
Lost in his own time until death;
the most un-sensitive insults in one breath~
That you are;
your far from far.
He's a pretty boy;
Nothing but a cute toy;
Funny to annoy;
Un-Laughable employ;
Made to self-enjoy;
Easiest to destroy.
- by Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/29/2008 |
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- Title: Got A Pretty Boy;
- Artist: Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels
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Description:
~Don't stress yourself trying to get it~
This b***h tried to play me. But he's an empty shell.
This is what I think of him.
Take it as you want, understand it how YOU want to :]
rate&comment :3 - Date: 12/29/2008
- Tags: pretty
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