Hoping for your tears to burn
The soft skin of you cheeks
Is it possible for you to ever learn?
How in the hell can someone be so weak?
The burning sensation of fear and pain
I hope you feel all of the above
Stick to your fucking guns, stay in you own lane
This time you are out that line love
I hope your tears turn to acid
And scorch your pretty skin
Because in the game of love
Criers never win
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This was the one that I thought perhaps was about Keltie.
ReplyDelete(I really love the rhyme&rhythm to the last verse, by the way)