Cry No More

Aren't you sick of it
Does the shoe fit?
Who made you the critic?

I'd like to meet them
And punch em' in the face
Even as I hurry, hurry to my grave
Escape the blade

That hollow soul
Drink enough to get another liver
I quiver with exitement
Glitter with resenment
How may I present it?
There's nothing, no tears
Wither up and die,
Remember the days we looked up at the sky
Roamed free into the night
It got boring and very old
As I watch this unfold
It reminds me of something I was told
Its something I have to hold
Close to my heart and not aim
If I'm the one to blame
Hit not for the shadow of sorrow
Here is your bow and arrow
Shoot this in the middle
So caught in a lifelong riddle

One day everything will burn
You'll see the tides turn
Hidden within a stone
Kick it to the bone
Here catch
I hope you don't miss it
If the shoe fits.

Warning: Explicit content.

Angie Smut, Angie Sowhat, Porn, Pornography, Pornografia.