Laura

finding rhythm, finding rhyme
finding love and no more time
clocks are ticking, the hands are shoving
haters hating, lovers loving
build a house and call it a home
surround it with people and call it alone
can't find the words, can't find a pace
crawl to the finish and call it a race
call it a dead ball...was it high? was it low?
paint your nails, your 'friend' on the phone
betrayed and backstabbed; what horrible taste
hairy and scary, what an envious waist
this day we can't help it, forgive and forget
is it aweful to say it's my biggest regret?
too immature? bullshit...jealous instead
rebound girl syndrome...her best friend who bled
still sickened by rumours they all know aren't true
kicking this habit of bad best friends like you
this pen is for darkness and it writes only hate
apology overlooked...girl, you're too late
and boy, i've moved on, things get around
just wait for the day when i blow this fucking town
and you're stuck here waiting
not yet contemplating
that i blew his mind
and you're just passing his time

by FadingAway
posted on 05/29/2008