THIS IS NOT POETRY

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Turn That Down

I wouldn't play music this late
If you weren't sitting downstairs talking about me
I have to drown you out somehow
Somehow

And all I am you hate
Even if its fabricated
I have to leave this place somehow
Somehow

You stopped caring if I was okay
So I stopped sharing when things were broken
And we don't talk about it anyways
Remember this is "all a phase"
Teenage girl throws life away

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