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You Got None

But on a serious note, most people don’t have the same intentions for you as you do for them and you’ll break your head trying to figure out why you’re not good enough when really it’s them who don’t deserve you in their life.

fall out boy - i’ve got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers / lesser ury - hochbahnhof bülowstraße

This isn't a redemption game

and i'm not trying to spit from

the bible.

If you were a true friend

you would have gave me a

explanation, not run

with words one day.

You held a poetic tongue,

but girl now you have none.

You let him rip from you,

leaving a broken heart.

Talking smack like a grandfather

clock, now ya'll tight as clockwork,

give me a break.

Take a good look in the mirror,

because the snap from a camera

can the show the true beauty

of a soul.

Don't try to talk innocent,

or plant a seed thinking of

being cured.

Your losing people left and right,

no longer holding a pencil or

a rhythmic charm.

No more rhythm in your

fingertips, with words

that spoken, "I'm little

mad at you right now."

Left me without a explanation.

Just standing there clueless,

guess you never cared,

second chances no longer

exist.

Not 8, not 6 not 20, not

with me. You can walk out

the back door because

my heart my closed

Regardless, I don't got

forgivness in my throat,

to spit like venom.

There's no drum, music

or words, that you could

ever write. A true friend

give's a explanation, not

a walk away.

Guess we ain't friends,

when a blue bird has to spit

through chirps, yet where

were you when I needed

you the most?

Talking about love

in a classroom, stop

You told us you loved us all,

was it a damn lie?

Give me the silent treatment,

as for me i'll try to speak

with a tolerate tongue.

Spit out the prophets,

words of god, yet now I

hold a bible in my heart.

This isn't a redemption song,

rant or a piece of advice, just

other poem because when's

the last time you've written

one.

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