Same as old but new

 I wasn't writing poems, no lines, no ryhmes
That was the best part of our love
Making me happy - Flying in the clouds
Same as old but new
Nothing changes, the beauty in your smile
Nothing ever changes, the warmth in your eyes
Nothing never ever changes, the pleasure you have, in the cruel joy of hurting me
On purpose, with pleasure, let's wound this son of a bitch
No matter how he loved me, no matter what he gave me
No matter how he didn't let anyone say anything bad about me
Huge idiot and a loser
Forget about him, underrate him, insults next, weak, emotional bastard anyways
Leave, go to anyone, let them use you, did they make you happy
Laughing my ass off
With wings you don't see
With my green eyes, piercing every soul, it's my gift
One word more you can say now
Then it's over
Bitti*
You won't even notice
Gitti*

#894