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The last words I'm wasting on someone who was never worth it from the start.

Don me with your crown of sorrow

'Blame it on me'

Give me a dress made of your childish intentions

Give me a mask of the sad face you wear

You can't make sense of the music I play

You could never see what was the truth or lies

Your trust was too true

Someday, I hope you learn the ways of this world

You say you have,

But you haven't come close

For now, live your childish dreams

Your small, unkowing world

Author's Note

I hope this made sense. ><

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Just great, no rhymes are needed before wonderful imagination. The feeling by which the main character speaks is the source of the very greatness of this piece. "Give me a mask of the sad face you wear" this line is definitively my favorite, this truly lets the reader know just how tired is the main character of this other person. I applaud!