Isn't it ironic? Dontcha think?
Your words are no longer pinpricks deflating my heart.
Your prose (I hesitate to even call it that) doesn't impress me - your talent is mediocre at best.
I'm not threatened by your presence or your lack thereof,
I find humor in the melodramatic soap opera that your life is becoming.
I shake my head as he whispers his troubles about you across the pillow late at night,
Some things will never change, remember that.
Your prose (I hesitate to even call it that) doesn't impress me - your talent is mediocre at best.
I'm not threatened by your presence or your lack thereof,
I find humor in the melodramatic soap opera that your life is becoming.
I shake my head as he whispers his troubles about you across the pillow late at night,
Some things will never change, remember that.