Was it you standing infront of me?
Or was it me standing infront of you?
I wonder what the out come could've been
If I remembered what we had to lose
Your sneakers made skid marks
Like the cool kids brand new cars
When we met we both felt sparks
Our clothes were the color of charcoal
maybe that color doomed our exsistence
From the beginning i new we wouldn't last
although we both had persistance
The end would soon come fast
Punk shows on the weekend
Poetry readings held monday night
Who would've thought the image we would send?
and then there was the fight
With someone likes us but not us
who fought someone with a cool car
And that's when we lost all trust
One simple little spar
Where the rich kid ends up losing
the people who just wanted to be who they are
Bugged at school for the problem of choosing
People's words began to scar
and no more were we just outcasts
But the outcasts you should watch
Because we could be planning to end you fast
So get them first for no cost
We were now the queers, bitches, and whores
the freaks, phsycopaths, and geeks
the truth was to easy they wanted more
they tormented us until we couldnt turn our other cheek
And when the last kid on the last day
Brought a gun to school
People were suprized and outraged
that he would attack the so called "cool"
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blinded_by_tears: you really got me there....i really like it...i was reading it and then you took it in a whole different direction than i thought you were gonna...but it turned out better lol good work on April 27, 2005 9:53 AM
