Wednesday, October 6, 2010

False accusations
Made randomly out of spite
And frustration
Can only be forgiven so many times
Before, "I'm sorry"
Begins to mean nothing at all
Anger, frustration, and blatent rage
They all build up
'Till one day
I finally can't hold it in anymore
And I break
I shatter into oblivion
And you sit there and try to help
When all I really want
Is for you to leave me alone

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