Cut your hair and mend those shoes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This game where you cheated me, making me lose.

Submitted: September 14, 2008

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Submitted: September 14, 2008

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Sometimes I just find it's too late to describe
All those feelings we never had
Yeah fears frozen on my inside.
And I'll say I don't care-
Do you care I don't mind
To escape this reality so undefined?
Late at night wish you'd cry
To my answers whispered at the wind.
It's too late I'm behind,
Just too short of that win.
So cut your hair and mend those shoes
In this game where you've cheated me
Making me lose.
I won't say I'm not bruised;
Hard to say this is finished.
I was in it to win it baby
So give me a minute.
So now your skin in crawling.
Hey I deserved better,
And now it's too fast.
Told you we wouldn't last.
Give me your lecture.
Oh no I couldn't not for the life of me.
Before you feeling so free
Now it's hard to believe that it's over.
Can't say I got closure,
But I’m done cause I'm me.
Don't you see I've come undone?
So cut your hair and mend those shoes
In this game where you've cheated me
Making me lose.
I won't say I'm not bruised,
Hard to say this is finished.
I was in it to win it baby
So give me a minute.
Yeah don't act like you're scared
Or you cared what you chose
Cause you heart reads your soul
And your soul sees, it knows.
And those words that we spoke
That we hate to disclose
Separates truth from lies
Your eyes widen- it shows.
So cut your hair and mend those shoes
In this game where you've cheated me
Making me lose.
I won't say I'm not bruised,
Hard to say this is finished
I was in it to win it baby
So give me a minute.


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