LOVE
Never gonna happen
And that’s my choice
No one ever listens
So I raise my voice
Shrieks so loud
They can’t understand
So I lower my voice
In hope for a hand
My cold tone
Nothing but blunt
Then they turn away
And I’m on a friend hunt
To be turned away while I plead
While I’m asking for help in MY time of need
Now that’s cold and blunt you so called friends
I sit here crying and you all turn your heads
Ashamed to be seen, so I’ll make you a promise
This is the last time you’ll ever see and hear of me.
