You left your mark on everything you touched
But most of all my heart
I'm cliche, already said, all done
I'm second hand, not that "new start".
You've heard it, seen it, same old plot
In trashy teenage fiction
Drugs, suicide, addiction.
Tragic, oh, the awful pain,
If only for to read,
False words conjure an image where,
He returns if you but bleed;
Realise his mistake and comes,
Rushing to her side,
Hollywood story, love reigns true,
"you may now kiss the bride".
Well life is shit and so's this poetry and it's nothing like we like to pretend.
Of course fairy tale endings do happen...
I've tried to drown the memories
But It's my head under water....