Song: Oogie Boogie Song - Nightmare Before Christmas
Mood: Headachey/Pissed at the bugs
Emote: x_x
Sometimes I think of you,
And it makes me want to cry,
What am I going to do,
I think I want to die.
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Good poetry,
This aint about jealousy it's not about spite
This is about what you did to me and you think it's alright
You keep ******** up my life thinking you can
******** it I'm done i quit trying to be the bigger man
Run your mouth about how horrible I am
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Bad poetry,
Poery flows, learn how to rhyme, poetry feels, read a book -or nine-.
It comes off that you try to hard,
That you don't know ********' s**t,
It comes off that you're a moron,
And you don't know ********' d**k.
So in here I will diss you,
With my words and with my rhymes,
I know you think you're cool,
And that you've gone through some hard times.
But what you don't is that he's playing,
You think he's great,
Listen to what he's saying,
You'll think you're marrying him at this rate.
Cause blood to blood,
And skin to skin,
The tears they flood,
I let you win.
So you think you're the one,
You think he never loved me,
You think you've won,
When really...Cant you see?
He loves you now,
He loves me not,
He loves you more,
His love can rot.
Cause,
Roses are red,
Carnations are white,
Most of what he said of you,
Was purely made of spite.
He loves me now,
He loves you not,
He loves me more,
Your love is shot.
Roses are red,
Violets are korny,
The s**t that we did,
We musta been horny.
He loves you again,
His love did suck
He loves you still,
How badly he ********
Roses are black,
You think you've won
With this I'm finished,
******** this I'm done.
-Your faithful teacher,
Randi ^.~
