Thursday, 5 March 2009


Why am I the only one to cry
When someone does hurt me so?
You speak and I rather die
Than hear what you don't know.

I hurt don't cry, why?
I'm a stone that tells you no
When you ask me if I'm shy,
But deep inside I melt like snow.

So tell me why don't you weep,
When I start shouting and say
That my hate for you is deep?

I know you know I'll sweep
That whole thing and stay
Waiting you, my sweet "creep".

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