Every time that I looked back
I took you back
Gotta own that
Back track
I fucked up
Hurt you
When do we get our chance or have we
Had every chance and fucked each and everyone in the ass
When someone’s addiction is the blood on your hands how do you live to tell
A pop song will only delude you
Cruel you
I made you
And I’m God
Wait up, I don’t want to talk about you, to you, have anything to do with you
It’s hope that fucked me in the ass
It’s hope that made me want it to last
It’s hope that u weren’t a lying selfish cunt
It’s hope that I wasn’t a gullible stupid fool
Fuck hope that shit keeps you in the past
No more
You made it easy for me to walk away
For that I thank you.
a poem by me.
