Katiepants (
desertions) wrote2005-11-20 08:42 pm
Can't Believe You Fake It...
It's going to make more then cheap, crappy poetry to make me feel bad for what I said
It wasn't "vicous tact"
IT WAS THE TRUTH
And sometimes, the truth hurts
But whatever, make yourself the matyr, if that's what you want
But I'm tired of feeling sorry for you
You're nothing more then a selfish, ordramatic, self-pitier
You could actually be a good person, but you don't even try
All your good qualities get wasted
And you wonder why I don't want to deal with you
If in anytime in the future, you want to be real, for the first time in your life
Let me know
But for now, my hands are clean of you
I can't stand people who waste what they have
Who complain and complain and complain
Always the victim
God, grow up
Song of the Entry:
Stupid Girl by Garbage
You pretend you’re high
You pretend you’re bored
You pretend you’re anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get
Don’t believe in fear
Don’t believe in faith
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t break
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
What drives you on what drives you on
Can drive you mad can drive you mad
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had
Don’t believe in love
Don’t believe in hate
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t waste
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
Don’t believe in fear
Don’t believe in pain
Don’t believe in anyone
That you can’t tame
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
You stupid girl
It wasn't "vicous tact"
IT WAS THE TRUTH
And sometimes, the truth hurts
But whatever, make yourself the matyr, if that's what you want
But I'm tired of feeling sorry for you
You're nothing more then a selfish, ordramatic, self-pitier
You could actually be a good person, but you don't even try
All your good qualities get wasted
And you wonder why I don't want to deal with you
If in anytime in the future, you want to be real, for the first time in your life
Let me know
But for now, my hands are clean of you
I can't stand people who waste what they have
Who complain and complain and complain
Always the victim
God, grow up
Song of the Entry:
Stupid Girl by Garbage
You pretend you’re high
You pretend you’re bored
You pretend you’re anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get
Don’t believe in fear
Don’t believe in faith
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t break
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
What drives you on what drives you on
Can drive you mad can drive you mad
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had
Don’t believe in love
Don’t believe in hate
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t waste
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
Don’t believe in fear
Don’t believe in pain
Don’t believe in anyone
That you can’t tame
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can’t believe you fake it
Can’t believe you fake it
You stupid girl
