I quit,
I quit eyes and ears , stupid ears.
I dont even want to hear what you have to say,
I quit smiles and laughs, annoying laugh.
It always rubbed me the wrong way.
I give up, on your words and your secrets,
stupid secrets, I oughta tell all of them too,
I give up on your poetry and your songs,
because your poetry was heartless , just, like, you.
Your songs tell the tale of an imprisoned male,
and your melodies all sound the same.
I quit our memories, who remembers you anyway?
Only faint pictures of you remain.
Surrounded by Peace , I cant belive i didnt think,
of this earlier , i would have saved alot of time.
You dont even care that its like you were never there , you dont feel hurt,
Here you can borrow mine.
I quit your hands, dirty old hands,
hands that hold on to what I would like to have back,
My time, my effort, my poems, and my thoughts,
so I can stay here with level head in tact.
I give up on your voice, that over exerted voice,
does your throat hurt from all the crap you say?
Seemingly it should because your words are no good,
just something to take all my hopes away.
I quit ,
every time I stood up for you, and said "oh no,
he's Really not that daft , seriously".
But whatever there was, or wasnt, or would have been ,
I guess it just wasnt meant to be.
I give up , and I quit,
every time I closed my eyes and thought about how great you are.
Thinking, you're so wonderful that the only thing that could over shadow you, is the moon and stars.
I quit everything but our friendship,
thats all that's worth, saving here to me,
And I think that someday these flimsy chains,
that connect us will finally set us free.
So Even though it was hard,
well not really that hard,
if I'm going to be honest and true,
I had to do what i had to do, so ,
I quit you.

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