Poezja

Lifeless. Emotionless. That is what you are
You cut hurt my sould. You left a scar.
You`ve cut and have been over the years
Your`e scum and you`re not worth my tears

Every boy I meet
Ends up cutting to deep
So before we ever meet
I get cold feet

Yes I see that masked face
I see what you`ve painted upon your face
Well you`re not worth my tears
You`re not worth a damn thing
So exspect you to keep on cutting

These scars will remain here
Tattoed on my body throught these years
You will remain as my hurtful memory
Turn away. You are scum to me