Thursday, November 20, 2008

Tidbits of Hatred

Apathy

There's no point of showing how I feel
There's nothing fun with what I have to deal.
So why would I talk to you?
Succumbing to sympathy,
Not something I would do.

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Red

So undress me with your eyes
As i'll charm you with my lies
I get what I want, with a skirt so red
And I'll you soon leave you for dead.

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