unfair
 

It’s good to realise
There wont be days like this
No more
Once you cleaned it up
The mess you’ll leave
When you give up your life

I could’ve given you the sign
I could’ve shot you in the mind
But then what is the point
I don’t know you and you no longer care

I could’ve never hold it in my hands
The sparsely goodness trapped under
Your bed with all the other toys

Your mother gave you
Grey with dust
Your dad depraved you
Grey with dust
You misbehaved, you
You couldn’t save you

It’s good to realise
That all the souls you ditched
Wont be
surprised to hear you sigh
and spit your lies under
there doors that they keep locked

Ever since you trampled
all the flowers
Haven’t you heard, one is broken
one is being mended and
distrusting are they all

Your dad depraved you
You couldn’t save you