Saturday, August 8, 2009

Mad.

I used to watch how he'd treat a girl,
Had a bone to pick with everyone,
He was so angry with the world,
I watched her drink ten to none.
I'd tell you to keep your distance,
Grown up, no longer scared, I don't have to listen.
When I was filled with innocence,
I was still committing sins.
I fought you all my life,
Every day she was sober,
The darkness swallowed her,
And his heart simultaneously grew colder.

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