The Tattoo
The Tattoo
And here I am, crying
Of you!
After all those lies, those not meaningful words you said,
I believed you, I loved you from the bottom of my heart
You are engraved in my memory
Like a tattoo that was pretty, nice , new and special
But after all that time, it isn’t pretty , nice new and special anymore
And now you have to deal whit it
You are tired of it, don’t need it anymore
So often, so often I listened to your sweet words, but what are they?
What do they mean?
To me? Everything!
To you? NOTHING!
And that am I to you : NOTHING
And I will be that for everyone : nothing
I will be the girl, the girl with the tattoo she didn’t liked anymore
Or does the tattoo didn’t like her anymore?
Who will say? She can’t
She, is dead...
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