Miss. Lizzza
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
If I'm a bad person,You don't like me.
I guess I'll go,
Make my own way.
It's a circle,
A mean cycle.
I can't make you happy anymore.
Where's your gavel, your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me,
Well sentence me to another life.
Don't wanna hear your sad songs.
I don't wanna feel your pain,
When you swear it's all my fault.
Cause you know we're not the same.
Oh we're not the same,
Our names is in blood,
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good,
It's good.
You treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you mom.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
This is the best thing that could've happened.
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it.
It's not a war.
No, it's not a rapture.
I'm just a person, but you can't take it,
The same tricks that once fooled me.
They won't get you anywhere.
I'm not the same kid from your memory.
Now I can fend for myself.