jueves, 26 de julio de 2012

el feo sentimiento del regret. pobre fionita.

remember when we argued on the concept of regret?
you were an expert even then but not me, not yet
now all you gotta do's remind me that we met
and there you got me, that's how you got me, you taught me to regret

remember how i asked you why are you so mean?
you didn't know how to react to being seen
i tried to be your friend, you made me shamed so i'm getting even
and there you got me, that's how you got me, you taught me to be mean

i ran out of white dove feathers
to soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
every time you address me

remember when i was so sick and you didn't believe me?
then you got sick too and guess who took care of you?
you hated that, didn't you? didn't you?
now when you look at me, you're condemned to see
the monster your mother made you to be
and there ya got me, that's how you got free, you got rid of me

i ran out of white dove feathers
to soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
every time you address me

alone
leave me alone

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