hello fake.

fake is you
your fake smells like poo
fake is your presence
and fake is your essence
you fake it a lot
enough to make me real hot
I cant call you a friend
you wont be there in the end
i hear whispers of gossip coming from your mouth
but i thought you were all grownup lets wash that mouth out
i know now not to take your kind in
you've made my heart cold it clinks like a tin
i thought you a flower getting ready to bloom
and than I was side swiped... crushed with a boom
your hateful and heartless and your fake smells like poo.
I know there's no bother... so don't worry.. I'll get over you too...

hello St. George.