dont tell me what to do
dont tell me your lies are true
the thought of you chills me to the bone
id rather stay away
id rather be alone
a rose by any other name might smell as sweet
but a rose by your name smells like betreyal, and deceit
i stayed at the cross roads of this path
the right side was love
the left side was wrath
either way, i would have cried
or kept my tears locked up inside
when you were angry,
i was the one with the scar
no mattter how much i ran
i never got too far
i know i left you broken inside
we can play that game
ill run
you hide
im getting off this ride
when it started out it was fun
now its over, im done
i cant write my thoughts when theres nothing left to think
ill stop wasting my pen
because your worth less than the ink