Just give up
There's not a point
To our simplicity
Our ideas about love and fantasy
You're making us leave
A place called "home"
You're killing your daughter
You've lost all respect
To me you're nothing more
Than a ten dollar whore
I don't want to be hateful
It doesn't make me feel rad
Or bad
Or any other kind of cool
You're killing as all
But then again
You don't give a damn
Be with your boyfriend
And in the future you'll see
All the pain, the agony, and deceit you've creed
I still can't understand
How you could forget
About your family
Your daughter. Your sister. Your son.
I don't care about me
I used to care about you
But now you're just a ten dollar whore
Congrats, is that what you want to be?
 MythicalYoko · Wed Jan 17, 2007 @ 08:38am · 1 Comments |
