hazy morning
i could say the sky was blue
he'd call me a liar and she'd believe him too
not cause of his color blindness
because of his eagerness
to to to
bury me alive
if i was on fire
he said i was seeking attention
if i wanted to be alone
i was anti-social
so so so
you see nothing was right in my head
i was a mass murderer awake in my bed
if i was just dead
he'd call me lazy
maybe i'm still lost in the fog
maybe i'll never learn
how how how
he made her believe it was his turn
after he stitched my mouth shut
he called me crazy
and just because he said
she'd believe him too
he'd call me a liar and she'd believe him too
not cause of his color blindness
because of his eagerness
to to to
bury me alive
if i was on fire
he said i was seeking attention
if i wanted to be alone
i was anti-social
so so so
you see nothing was right in my head
i was a mass murderer awake in my bed
if i was just dead
he'd call me lazy
maybe i'm still lost in the fog
maybe i'll never learn
how how how
he made her believe it was his turn
after he stitched my mouth shut
he called me crazy
and just because he said
she'd believe him too
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