Guess who has finals tomorrow? ME! But I'm not studying. I'm writing.
This girl in my theatre class gave her presentation today, the topic was 'success'. She rapped about a guy she dated who hooked up with another girl. That was what inspired this. There's a swear word and some vulgar matter, so read at your own risk. By the way, I kinda love this.
I was one of the little girls
Who dreamed of rockstar princes
To write me beautiful love songs
.
But my song came too late
And it's not about love
No
The boy's wailing he's sorry
But he's not
He doesn't know the first thing about sorry
To be sorry he must feel guilt
Crushing down on him
Compressing his spine until he is nothing
But a small huddled mass of apologies
He's not sorry
Because his conscience is non-e x i s t e n t
.
To be sorry he must feel bad
(worse than bad,
Terriblemiserabletortured)
Even with no consequence
But it's judgment day
And I've seen his actions
Heard his tales
And witnessed his half-hearted pleas
And that arrogant bastard isn't fooling me
.
He chased me
For weeksmonthsyears
And the second I was in the palm of his hand
Enchanted by his rebellious spirit
And good looks
He added another girl to the mix
Tall&Blond&Perfect
.
Was he sorry when she wrapped her arms around him
Pulling him into her until the two were one
And he had crossed a line that I had yet to leap over?
Was he sorry that he used her to forget my name
If only for a little while?
Because in those secondsmomentsminutes
I learned
That he was nowhere near sorry
.
I'm walking away now
Yeah, I'm g o n e
Because I don't need his false promises
And 'baby I'm sorry's
And I don't need his silly love songs
.
I was one of those girls
One of those silly dreamers
Who believed that white knights with guitars
Would come an sweep me off my feet
And he did come,
But his armor was rusty
And his song was off key
And he turned out to be
Nowhere near perfect
Two freeverses in one day, that's not half bad!
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