Math Class Poetry
Monday, February 7, 2011Point Proven as time flies and the words on this paper appear
Its going to come down to one of us is never here
Why get close just for distance to set in
Sweetheart Its coming down to we're never gonna win
Im sorry for the torture and Im sorry for the pain
Just baby I hope you know im not doing it in vain
Seconds..
Minutes...
Hours........
Days............
Weeks..........
Months..........
You tired of it yet, you sick of me?
Words are getting short so I guess we'll see
driving to drive and memories take over
So i set the challenge ready go
Mission failed tears well a simple turn
was enough to make my stomach churn
I remember I taught you the route
Its funny now cause its your heaven sent
Playing with fire that smile all up in your face
youre gonna see how $h3 leaves a trace
I dont care if it comes down to death
cause listen up imma have the last breath
bending breaking crying shaking
you may love yourself that may be all
you may not see it but youre gonna fall
pain is coming like a flood
but im be here standing breathinggg blood
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