There's nothing left to say,
But a sad and sorry goodbye.
Goodbye to your sad excuses,
And your fake cry.
I'm sorry that you lied,
And it's not okay with me.
It's not fair to you,
But you don't seem to see.
What don't you understand?
It's over, and I'm sorry.
Nothing good will come of this,
When the nights grow starry.
Look, boy, look at what you've done!
Look at my heart,
How could you do this?
You ripped me apart.
Your sad excuses,
Won't ever work.
I know that's not ketchup
On the collar of your shirt.
That's the color of your mistress,
And why you blush.
When I accuse you,
Of keeping it hush hush.
9/13/08
Dedication: Idk, really. I've never had an expirence like that. Okay, then. This is for Good Charlotte, for inspiring the poem.
Sad Excuses.
This was inspired by an old favorite band of mine, Good Charlotte, with the line in Predictable that goes "Sad excuses and false hopes high." I'm really missing their old junk.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
