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Ian Pratt
Girl Made of Roses
I am writing you to let you know,
that I am no longer amused with you.
Now it is the time to let you go.
Don't come crawling on your knees.
Cause i won't take you back.
When you finally notice you had something good,
Don't try to tell me that I misunderstood.
I can read between the lines
just as well as you can,
so go, go, go away
You're just a pretty face,
That's all you are,
Oh and that pretty face might get you far,
but now that I have seen the real you
I see how you are.
All the time that I invested
has now gone down the drain,
Don't you forget to give me my stuff back.
Especially my black t-shirt.
You lied to me
told me that it would last forever.
But now i see the truth,
Your dark brown eyes
were just filled with lies,
and they started to leak.
You are just a pretty face,
i know its true,
I searched for feeling,
but there is nothing to you.
You have a pretty face
you know its true,
call me up when you find out who's who.
When it smacks you in the face I know it will hurt,
but I tried I almost cried just to keep you here with me.
Now I am hurt, and you brought the pain.
I am not your kind of guy,
I heard that is what you said.
So don't ask me why,
I am not talking to you
You betrayed me.
I thought there was something more
than just what I could see.
You saw the best of me,
you met the worst.
When I first laid eyes on you i felt so alive.
I still hear your voice,
whispering in my ear
I smell you skin,
like you where still here.
and feel your sting,
like the bumble bee,
that never stops stinging me.
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