LIke a highschool game that we all knew too well
Leading the sheep from the city back to hell
Lying about your emotions in quips and best wishes
thinking you're just like all the other ignorant bitches
Rear your tail for some slob to stab
and be content in that you're something I just can't have.
I've done the hours and paid that price
and now it's just something I consider trite.
A long vacation from your parted lips
no more images of me wrapped around your hips
like a black widow waiting in a web
I've wipe clean, all these images inside my head
for I am the king of the last word.. and this is it.
I'm done with it.. I'm over your bullshit.

07/10/2005

Author's Note: Since after all.. I'm king of the last word.

Posted on 07/10/2005
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