don't tell me to wipe away my tears
they will never stop their flow
and always for reason you'll never know

you hurt me on the inside
my heart bleeds a thousand pricks
everyone you stabbed there... as if poking with a stick

that stick is made of green
that green is so deathly cold
why i hate it you've been told

never knwoing more than i
never telling more than you
to sit and cry and worry is all i can do

nothing ever changes
it always is the same
i dont see why you have to be so lame

someday... 
i'll have the strength i need
to say im leaving you, and all becuase of your weed.


xoxo Kyelle