Second Rate, by Invisible Poet Subscribe to rss feed for Invisible Poet

I take the bottle, no need for a cup
it will relax me i say
all i can think is bottoms up
i have pissed away yet another day

i spill my guts to you
over that small keyboard
and now i turly feel the fool
i deserve no better than to be scorned

my heart you didnt steal
i threw it across time
i just wanted you to feel
something that is truly mine

you ask me if it is love
and you say you doubt it
i do not want to push or shove
but i dont know what i will get

i laid myself down at your feet
you hold in your hands, they key to my fate
i want to only your expectations to meet
i want you see i am so much more than second rate



Posted: 2009-11-17 22:25:52 UTC

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