A Waste

Your such a prity face

But you were such

A waste

Of my time

.

Hay you wana see Them

My poems

My lyrics

Her you go

Take them

And read them

But pleas return them

.

Hay are you done

Pleas can I have them

Nope there mine now

Ask again

And I'll burn em

.

Well to me they have meanings

And feelings

Whatever keep them

Fuck you I'm leaving

I don't need them

Or you

so Go die

Because  you are just

A wast of

Time