matt (echsendo) wrote,
matt
echsendo

a song, maybe

i dont like the lil break down type thing. and i might change it from 5 lines to 4, works more. maybe add a verse. thing of it as a living poem for now..i just felt like sharing something

fuck a cut

its time for some self examination,
and im not talkin bout masturbation,
but im sick of that too,
almost as sick as i am of you,
its about clearing the field,
letting go of the wounds that held,
and cleansing the ones still sore,
the ones that were never more,
then just another hanger on,
dont bother looking cuz im gone,

your like dead skin,
pealing it off from within,
your a million dead brain cells,
worthless to me as tossing my money down empty wells,

making the change once again,
revert without saving and begin,
back at start, but its better then my own hell,
and if you have to ask im doing well,
now that your once again kicked to the street,
looking for some action in this summer heat,
looked the wrong place, shoulda known,
was it love or lust and just looking to bone,
truth be told i was just bored and looking for fun,
but you bore me even more and thats why we're done,

you can kiss, my heartbroken ass,
cuz i dont miss, you so go choke on some glass,
i think suck, then again i wouldnt know,
you fucking fuck, your all talk and no show,

your like dead skin,
pealing it off from within,
your a million dead brain cells,
worthless to me as tossing my money down empty wells
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