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NOTHING SPECIAL


NOTHING SPECIAL 
BY NASHON KEMP
I hope he takes your filthy heart
And then he throws you away some day
Before you go, there's one thing I want to tell u tho lol...hold on..Love that song but d.a ur existence to me is like a waste field full of dead bodies I can do with out u and u start to disintegrate with time...
I loved u with my all u just mistreated me and threw it away...
But I stand tall always and its here with u that I know I can never stay...
We play this game as if we where cat and mouse but I'm no Jerry and ur no tom so don't try to play me like a fool...
I'm not a school instrument either so u will never get another chance to play me at school...
I'll be back I was told well I waited but still like Jesus I'm waiting for ur return...hold on...
U told me u held me dear to ur heart...
however ik u treat me like a deer on the freeway u run me down run me over not once have u ever waited for me...
Yet I've been waiting on u making me look crazy like my dude noah with his big ole' ark...
I came to the park u left me with out a high so I never said bye...
Telling me these sugar coated lies...
Well I'll let these words be my missiles and they never miss their target...
So just remember whose heart u broke like an antique glass figure that was just priceless...
So here u go ur heart and broken emotions back in this here poem...
I hope u read them and weep then maybe I could finnaly find u if I follow that trail all the way home...
Like Hansel and Gretel I'll leave u this trail just bring back those pieces of my heart u took with u... this way I can go aboard Noahs ark and from ur ...
Souless body leave u as I depart...
Great start but it seems I can never find a good beginning my heart pours its contents out with every word it losses weight...
But in the end ur love seems to be just weighted feathers...
NOTHING SPECIAL
That's y ur nothing special to me...
I just can't believe that before I was to blind for this to see...

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