So over you
I don't understand why I made such a fuss
You were pigment of my imagination a 1 minute of pleasure it was all about the rush
I expect to much
From you thought there'll be some kind of substance
but I guess your running on empty in abundance
Nothing to be ashamed of baby your good at what you do
To bad the best wasn't good enough for you
So watch as I walk away you know you enjoy the view
Oneday when looking for substance you'll be last in my queue
I feel sorry for you so I'll give you s tip
That girl stood by you through all the drama she'll get tired of this trip
She'll stay as long as she can but when she's fed she'll walk and you wont get her back again
So put your ass in gear open your eyes and don't fear
Everything that really matters cause you'll be wasting your life
You might as well jump from a building better yet take a knife
Poetry by nature
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Written on 2010-07-02 at 12:58
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