She Told Me

[ilan050505]

She Told Me

I hate this poison,

that she's feeding her self,

i can smell that,

and i dont want to breathe, anymore.

I told her what i think,

and she promised to stop,

but i can smell that,

she doesn't want to exist, anymore.

So im closing my doors,

but her cough is too loud,

im starting to think,

that the death has its sound.

She told me, she said,

but her words dont mean anything,

she promised, i listened,

she enjoys but her lungs are suffering.

[Darmin Deflern]

Feel the frustration for the predicament in the lines (so its doing its jobe well). Funnily enough I think with a little work you could develop this into a song with a little work and a chrous.