Hey, it's me, you know your friend
I just wanted to let you know you helped me see
You think you're not hurting me, that I don't care
but guess what, thanks to you I realised
my life was built up out of 1 great, simple memory

Like, what am I saying, Love, but you don't have a clue
I thought I was over you but hey, seems I'm not
I feel terrible, and what are you gonna do?
O yeah, sorry my mistake, leave me here, that's right I forgot
What do you care, you're not the one with a conscience

I don't really want to be in the way of your happy days
because I saw you, couldn't be any closer could you..
Anyway thanks for helping me out and eh, if your girl is suddenly gonna leave...
Don't you dare come knocking on my door honey,
It's over and done, finally I dare to say

Tell me something before I go
If I hate you and wish all the luck to you two
Why does it hurt so much I can't even eat?
Or sleep for that matter, it's really getting out of hand you know
Tell me if this is it, why do I miss you?

consience = conscience

Hmz, telkens als ik jouw gedichtjes lees, herken ik ze. De stijl, de woorden, de inhoud. Heel raar, precies alsof ik ze geschreven kon hebben 1 jaar geleden. Over je gedicht. Heerlijk sarcastisch, met lekkere afkeer naar die jongen. Ik vind dat echt 'leuk' om te lezen. Het gedicht, tja niet echt een ritme ofzo, maar wel een duidelijke boodschap, die goed overkomt (y)

Dat conscience heb ik even veranderd enne
het sarcasme was ook aardig de opzet (maar dat had je al gezien)

Bedankt voor je reply! (zowiezo ook bedankt hoor)

groetjes