I think I have a lovely face,

I think I have a believable pace,

You think your the best of them all,

You think that ‘cause you have someone to call,

There always someone willing to following you,

It’s mildly creepy when it’s first introduced,

For you,

I suppose,

It’s nothing new,

But for me,

I think,

It’s quit rude,

I will never really get over the fact,

That you took me up and dropped me like an axe,

You tell me your sorry,

But it’s all just an act,

Your really just playing,

Your making me mad,

I feel like I could crush your skull,

It would make me feel better,

But not for long,

I would continuously seek you out,

But soon I would begin to doubt,

I would think I made the wrong decision,

But alas,

It’s just,

A shard of glass,