Friday, December 18, 2015

Well no one told me about her

the way she lied.

Well no one told me about her, how many people cried.

But it's too late to say you're sorry.
How would I know, why should I care.
Please don't bother tryin' to find her.

She's not there.

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looks.
The way she accents the colour of her hair.

Her voice was soft and cool.
Her eyes were clear and bright.

But she's not there.

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