Sad girl Sits. The room is full. She is empty. Cause you are not there. Sad girl Waits. For you to love her. Cause you are the most important thing. To her And you.
The world is your stage, And I admit. I loved, To watch the pilot. The series ain't so Pretty.
The girl across from me, Sleeps. Shes in a suit, And carries a brief case. She gives me a glare, I thought she was intelligent. Now just ignorant.
The girl I liked has, Gone. Whats left is the girl, Media created. Like Frankenstein, The parts are, Not all your own. Your heart is stone. Your words are his, Fuckwit.
His out look on life, Is good. Your out look on life, Is his. Wake up! See. He's not perfect. But then neither are you.
Karen lived with, An abusive father. She was too small to resist, The bullets weren't.
You know her feelings, Cause you feel the same. Not for her, But for yourself. You know my feelings, Cause you felt the same. Once, And never again.
Your roots have more depth, Than you personality. Or least thats what I'd, Like to believe. To stop your rejection, From, Hurting me.
© 1999 Copyright John Leete
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