Unapologetic.

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Never ever in my whole life
Have I ever been  a psycho
I  left the engine running
Just came to see what you gonna do about this
So I made it,even though you and I both know
It’s a waste of time
I don’t get it
Why you insist on telling  lies
This is stupid
A-level  stupid
I still love you girl
Eventhough things ain’t right
But I can’t take no more
I may be a dumb-ass nerd
But I ain’t stupid
My new nickname is,love-geek
That’s what my friends call me
When they see me speakin to mahself
They tell me,let go
She is not the one
But I don't wanna listen
Coz you keep on beguiling me
Till my cup runneth over
And I just don’t know why
I love it so much
I just can’t crack this code
Twenty first century slavery,I guess
I think I’mma enlist in a psycho ward
Coz this cancer is worse than Ebola
Tryin to make this work
But you act like a jerk
Funny I’m the broken one
But I ain’t the only one that needs saving
This dupe-cap is off
You ain’t know nothing of what you’ve lost
And you won’t realize till I’m gone
That,which of us was really dumb.





Comments

  1. Sammy Nakitare29 October 2014 at 05:04

    Am the broken one but aint the only one that needs saving...I always pick up some awesome lines from each of your poems...Niiiice.

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