29 August 2012
Forget him they say It's easier said than done Getting him out my mind Needs a bullet and a gun
The tears of hatred fall The desire of love fades I gave my everything Now it's in past love graves
He cried time and time But never did he try To begin to live his life Preferred to live a lie
He subjected himself To a perpetual torture He induced this by himself His own mind the haunter
I have to walk away So with a parting kiss I wear his hurtful scars Knowing to stay out of this
©Kim Brown 28th August 2012 First written Feb 1995
Stay Out Of This • Opuss № I