• romanticwriters 134w

    Hate Story

    The cops are at your door and they ask you where I am
    You paint a puzzled face and you lie for me again
    Risking your life like you do a hundred times
    Eventually you’re gonna take the fall for my crimes
    Slam the door and look me in the eye
    Screaming this is gonna be the last time
    You’re tired of me taking advantage
    So I cry and you pay for the damage