• Counting seconds
    As they pass
    Living life in the past.

    I never though that this day would come
    Were you would leave me for scum
    Always loved more then life

    Now you shut the door
    In my face
    My heart breaks.

    Hair died red
    Bright blue eyes
    And a plastic smile.

    I feel sorry for that girl
    With the plastic smile
    She will soon

    Be left too