Thursday, March 25, 2010


yr anger doesn't help me ma'
i am so sick of tryin'
yr loveless temper, hurtful stares
makes me feel like cryin'

i am so sick
not all my fault
yr hurtful past is

she sheds
but to yr bed
she melts like salt to rain

mark my words
i will die soon
if i cannot find peace

that was my mind
before my time
of bringin' down that beast

that anger hurts her
u see
it sometimes hurts me too

yr love is heavy
not just for me
but for others who love you

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