Strike my number From your phone
Hopeless
I begin to believe That all I will ever be Is disappointed
Unrepairable
My poor heart Has been torn apart
Self Worth
Why do we Put so much
Smoking Ash
Our love was a house fire It destroyed everything
Tired of You
Please save your breath Because I do not wish
Only Room for Me
My back can no longer support your problems I'm like a fourth-grader Struggling to carry The weight of a backpack Filled to the brim With useless knowledge -Kel Dayheart
No Take Backs
A prod in the ribs Is not enough For him to take back the words -Kel Dayheart
Likeness
Can you get along With someone Just like you? -Kel Dayheart
Temper Temper
I refuse to accept your fury That I have not earned Nor would I put up with it Even if I had -Kel Dayheart
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