[Not for anyone in particular. I just felt like writing a little something.. ]
Just like always, you come in to ruin the day.
Never again will I trust what you say.
I hate that little note you left.
And the way it was folded just so right.
Makeup all over the place.
Lookin' like a fuckin' disgrace.
I hate the pieces you left.
And the way I just can't breathe right.
Listening to that overplayed love song.
Realizing you're really gone.
I hate that you left.
And the way I don't feel right.
It's a damn good thing I don't need you anymore.
Because if I did, the blood would be all over the floor.
---By Britny R. 2007
