CaptainDemon
09-12-2006, 07:28 PM
"the Lie"
Sugar and spice,
everything nice,
makes a girl who ends up
disloyal, cheating on you thrice (three times)
Love, makes me feel stupid to say
you are all naive!
when the sun sets at the death of the day,
watch as mud takes the place of where there was clay
what could be formed, what could've been beautiful
watch in melt into the ground, returned to where it was
and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a fool,
having been used more than an old mechanic's tool
This lie, the world ecompasses it,
pass judgement on me will you!
pass judgement on yourselves!
for you say you won't judge, but you lie through you crooked teeth!
You judge, you look with hateful looks
cheapskates and liars, burlgars and crooks!
I only gave, and gave, and gave
nothing in return, my skin hanging on a hook
cause theirs nothing beneath the surface,
is there?
who are you to be different, do you dare?
or is it that I no longer seem to care
about you, about her, about us,
about life, about death, and if I ****ing cuss
here's a poem for you
Love's folly, a lie as you lay in the field of deciet
and everyone can just **** off, of corruption you all reek
and so you find what you came to seek
nice guys finish last, and cold ones are always alone
but it's not a difference there
it's just how long the nice guy stays ignorant.
Sugar and spice,
everything nice,
makes a girl who ends up
disloyal, cheating on you thrice (three times)
Love, makes me feel stupid to say
you are all naive!
when the sun sets at the death of the day,
watch as mud takes the place of where there was clay
what could be formed, what could've been beautiful
watch in melt into the ground, returned to where it was
and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a fool,
having been used more than an old mechanic's tool
This lie, the world ecompasses it,
pass judgement on me will you!
pass judgement on yourselves!
for you say you won't judge, but you lie through you crooked teeth!
You judge, you look with hateful looks
cheapskates and liars, burlgars and crooks!
I only gave, and gave, and gave
nothing in return, my skin hanging on a hook
cause theirs nothing beneath the surface,
is there?
who are you to be different, do you dare?
or is it that I no longer seem to care
about you, about her, about us,
about life, about death, and if I ****ing cuss
here's a poem for you
Love's folly, a lie as you lay in the field of deciet
and everyone can just **** off, of corruption you all reek
and so you find what you came to seek
nice guys finish last, and cold ones are always alone
but it's not a difference there
it's just how long the nice guy stays ignorant.