No Guts
By: Tyler Ross
I some times like to think I’ve had an impact. This thin line I walk gets shorter and shorter. Lie to me and make me believe things will get better. This situation is dead weather. Not a ray of light. The depths of your actions are shallow. You don’t picture us together. You wear your protective sweater, as I remain cold. Next time remind me to walk the other way, so I don’t pretend I’m sold. I should have known you were a liar. I can’t stand you anymore. Get that through your head. Burning my bridge I help build. At least for me it’s all up hill instead.
Keep it up!!!
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