You came to go
You came to tear my heart apart,
but you failed and broke your own,
I was just the plastered bastard,
screwing up your well practised show,
You came to win him for some fun,
but now you lie there crying,
I didn't get what was going on,
I was busy with not dying
You came to proof yourself,
but now you lost your face,
I threw up begging for felp
and longing for personal space.
You came to fullfil the signs,
but you didn't read carefully,
my own hopes were high,
to get more than a hang-over finally.
You came to find me surrealised,
but you didn't understand,
first time I'm not supervised,
I'm biting your cold hand.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 05.03.2006.