Time to change into something new,
look at things from a different view,
and all this time, you always knew,
you piece of trash, now we're through.

It's the suspense, it's getting to me,
just tell me the news, set me free,
I will be who I am, and always will be,
what is killing you? It's killing me.

Something's wrong, I can feel it inside,
something in which I can't run or hide,
thougt you wer nothing more than a quick ride,
now you are the only person whom I can confide.

Pain in my bones, rotten to the core,
it's so harsh that I can't take it anymore,
pain and misery, is that all life is for?
what's killing you? It's killing me!

Do you still play the same games, knowing what you are?
but that thought in your head ca't be that far,
find another sap to screw after meeting them in a bar,
and now they are another victim.

What's killing you?
why don't you tell me, it's killin me!
What's wrong with you?
why can't you see what it's doing to me!

What's killing you? It's killing me!

06/14/2002

Author's Note: Yet another song, but this is about STD's, so I think that's a lil different. Most people avoid talking about them, which I think can cause a few problems. This idea was born from me and a friend, when she was telling me how she had gotten the clap from some ***hole. This poem is actually quite old, pushing five years. It is in style of a little known band from a few years back called Gravity Kills.

Posted on 06/14/2002
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