Saturday, November 5, 2011

24 Years

24 years,
It still echoes in my head,
no more tears,
just a ton getting out of bed.

You always fail
You never finish
a ship without a sail
we wish you deminish

Negativity wrapped in a joke
To cover up the evil plot
You always made me choke
Hoping to see me rot

When you make it seem,
Like all I say is wrong,
I can never persue a dream,
and I can never grow strong.

Congratu-fucking-lations.

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