Friday, January 15, 2010

For You, Mr. Murderer.

There's nothing to be told
There's nothing to be forgiven
You did those hellish things


You shoot me with your deadly weapon, iam give up
you gave me that kind of chaos through this vain
so why don't you give me a death injection ?


I am nothing, she is everything
i am damn thing, she is best thing
We are totally different


Making you as mine is just a imagination
i don't even know is this love or such an admiration.

I hate you when you're walking with your selfish
you're not more than a dirt
a dirt.


Thanks for all the pain
thanks for all the tears
thanks for all the smile
thanks for making me like a foolish

and thanks for making me addicted to you ..
(yes, this is for you, the one who always uses this shoes
you know who you are.)

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