September 2010
Poem #!
So you thought you could play me?
You thought you could pump me for information?
Well I refuse to cause my own demise
I’m aware this story was built by lies
So go on and check my back door
There won’t be anything
All I see is familar faces with changed names
Isn’t it nice? I wear two-faces, so do you
so comfortable with what I do
But you are to stubborn to see the truth
