Your words are shallow and dull against my skin.
Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within.
I don't appreciate the words you
say behind my back, but it's OK.
I'm not one for getting mad.
I don't need apologies.
I don't fall for sympathy.

You can't win me back.
This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye.
You left me with a scar across my back.
These stones are breaking my bones as they crush me.
Your careless remarks left me here to bleed.
I don't appreciate the games you
play without regret but it's OK.
I'm not one for getting mad.
Your knife, my back



by JPaulo * sk8r ;}