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Thread: A hundred lies and only one knife

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    A hundred lies and only one knife

    There's blood on the scene, against the walls that you screamed,
    the horror, the aftermath, laid to waste,
    By your hands, you lost the satin dress, I watched you give it up to him
    but you were always mine
    (As his hand went down your thighs)

    Its time to break the silence
    Should I trust your lies?
    Should I trust in your lies?
    What becomes of me, when you leave
    In the dark I'm on my knees
    I failed to catch my own heart break

    This winter night, I felt the ice of your touch,
    has gone to new heights.
    I forgot to breath, I didn't see,
    to stop the shadows in the dark, that you needed me to be

    I'm burning all your pictures just to stay alive
    the marks on your neck told the story a thousand times
    In my chest I could tell
    was it a crime to show you what I'm feeling,inside, that I loved you

    Take this knife.There's nothing left.
    why cant I dream up a ending that had you dead,
    I can't picture a better death
    the scripted event that took your life by a strangers hand

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    You're the worse ****ing lier I won't ever met
    This enthusiastic boy I've cross on a sea
    One day Idid'nt trust in love anymore
    likes to disappear in the dark and the tears everytime I try,
    giving new blame in the name of his lacks

    You're not the first for me but you're allways vexed,
    trying everytime to rearrange the past for your jealousy
    Keeping only my protection and not my heart,
    keeping only when you're cold
    forgotting to stand free
    bleeding my heart everytime you don't know
    still using my feelings as if you were alone,
    and mostly talk about my life you ignore like a disrespectufl shit
    -It just don't concern you on ****ing public website, ****ing lier-

    Becoming shamefull only when you give count that
    you've insulted too much
    and hurted me too much
    to be forgiven,
    then you try again to put your skin on my circle
    and to invent faults on me
    though you're a trailer in facts

    The ghost I was called you up,
    did a sacrifice to come back in her memory
    to give you the chance to come to know me, and the verity
    and reassure you about this was real
    and that I feel you again

    the girl I am took hours to write for you
    trying to apease you and my anger
    while I was reading your game
    and seeing you continuing hurting
    without remorse
    despite I was missing you
    and wanted to be alone with you waking up,
    though I was shared

    the woman I am didn't stop to hug you more and more
    to make you understand to come back
    and that I needed you
    untill you're pathetic envies made me cry
    because of your exhibitions
    and your double game in plus
    that I saw after

    The sick human being I am
    wanted to share time with you
    not with my ex
    and finally understood your "fears" during two month

    But now, of course I leave you forever
    You don't have education men,
    though you give lessons,
    as fear doesn't exist anymore
    but you're dick yes,
    as it's the doubt of the doubt which make us hesitate
    I simply choose to let you continue to play alone
    as simply as you're sorry for me for the one you've take by the back
    but still find this funny
    as simply as you wait for nothing but shoot

    as simply as your contradictions
    and the role of the lost child you like to play
    forgotting everytime you injure my life
    while you benefited of my soul

    as I never received any real flower from you
    neither any poem To me
    nor any answer about what I asked
    but your pity for your beauty

    then you can feel bad,
    but I know this more than you
    and you're screaming girls,
    since I was this child fed up
    with boys and running after
    (even if I was stout )

    you allow yourself to deceive me
    and yeld easily for one night
    with someone who really care about you,
    and treat me as a dog
    because I am not a ****ing ass hole like you
    But we aren't in "sex intentions",
    I don't play with you,
    and you know what,
    you're really worse,
    you're coward

    know that today
    I'm still proud,
    I can watch my face in a glass
    and if I'm still disposable
    it's only because I didn't go out with somewhere else for you
    'cause I met guys for who I would never come back,
    'cause when I appreciate it's sincere,
    and I don't cuckold

    'cause all this persons
    that you believe you're above
    you ignore they know me,
    and for this will never forget me
    among so much others
    I met in my rich life
    I was satisfied to live untill a certain point
    where you contributed

    And now I know
    you love to fall
    and repeat mistakes
    and never learn from those of the others
    and again, and again, and again

    So, all that wasn't very poetic
    but well,
    you can emprisoned your courage
    and die by your dreams
    Last edited by w0nder; 08-09-10 at 06:56 PM.
    I've gotta turn and walk away
    I don't have anything left to say
    I haven't already said before
    I've grown tired of being used
    And I'm sick and tired of being accused
    Now I'm walking away from you
    And I'm not coming back

    (Last goodbye, James Morrison)

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    F u c k you man, die!
    You understand this, f u c k i n g stupid boy !!?
    You don't talk about me and die poor shit
    I've gotta turn and walk away
    I don't have anything left to say
    I haven't already said before
    I've grown tired of being used
    And I'm sick and tired of being accused
    Now I'm walking away from you
    And I'm not coming back

    (Last goodbye, James Morrison)

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    Don't Hijack my thread

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