I don't why you're crying
I'm the curling flower
Maybe it's because you watch me dying
Knowing that you're the weed killer
So you feel the guilt closing in
Well you should have thought of that
Before you started taking things too far
What goes around always comes back
Shrunken to the size of the paperclips
That I need to hold myself together
I'm not falling for your guilt trips
You hate being the apologizer
Do you know what really tears me up?
The fact you never claim to be responsible
You twist the story so much
It's like barbed wire and it cuts me terrible
Like a chip in a windscreen
In the end I cracked
And I was as sharp with you
As broken glass
You ask if we're beyond repair
But it's nothing to do with regret
You just buckle under the stares
Ofpeoplewho say
They didn't know you were like that
Shrunken to the size of the paperclips
That I need to hold myself together
I couldreallyusea staple gun
To shut your mouth forever
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





