Allsorts of Stuff

No Clue, No Wrong, Wrong

You think that its ok for you to be like this with me because life aint great for you,

You think there was a time when I might have deserved it

But I know that its all just a silly game you’ve played from start to finish,

I wish I could be done with you but you’ll still linger, like the aftertaste of a spicy chilli or a strong whiskey.

There is nothing I can do to make this feel any better

Wanting different things always means the end for it all

Crushed by any force but not my own

You don’t know and you’ve never will realise

What this mind is all about and what it feels

You’ve got no clue, so you’re not wrong? Wrong!



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