your grip

there’s a beast
that plans to feast
on my heart
that you tore apart

you wern’t very nice
and i paid that price
it hurts so bad
at you, i’m very mad
i’m lost and confused
i’m hurt and brused
i can’t get away from your grip
you wont let me slip
so i take a gun
and no longer will i run

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By unforgiving lover

i don't like ppl and i don't like being here i'm 5'7'' short spiky hair, brown eyes, and that's all u need to know oh and i'm a major smart ass and i hate you and everyone else dont' talk to me cuz i'll try to kill you