Move on over
You don't belong here
What do you think
you're doing here?
Scowls , frowns
Tension , explosion kept
Frenemies , frenemies
I love you
and I hate you
So don't trespass
Don't step on my heart
Or I'll tear you apart
You don't mess with Crimsyy
Not even when you're tipsy
I think you should
drink a bottle of reality
Wake up!
Things aren't the same anymore
So don't trespass.
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
