Wednesday, October 22, 2008

square one


Climbing your way through my
friends. How can they not see
your foolish ends? I'm running
out of room to breathe. And you’re
spreading out like a fucking
disease. No one will catch you
when you fucking fall Talk shit
on all your friends, makes you
feel ten feet tall. Running out
of ladder to climb, You'll
fucking fall soon. Everyone will
see you’re a fake And I'm left
laughing in your face.
Back to square one
how does it taste?
Back to square one
Back to square one
Back to square one
Never come around
Back to square one
How does it feel?
Back to square one
You’re fucking done
Back to square one

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