My heart has been used as target practice
And guess who's the one holding on to that gun
You played your games and yet I'm to blame
You pretend to be sweet but you killed me just for fun
I hope your glad that you aimed so well
Cause I have millions of secrets
You wouldn’t want me to tell
And as you stand up tall
And lie about what you’ve done
You’re still pretending
Thinking you’ve really won
You're A Wrecking Ball And I'm Just A Wall Of Bricks
an ex lover broke my heart... and i wrote a poem... so here it is... please rate and/or message... i would really appreciate it... thanksDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!


