Rules

by Dying Beautifully   Sep 3, 2007


I hate these rules,
Strict and precise like old time tools.
I might as well get a chastity belt,
To see you I'd do it and not care how it felt.
But no where can I go without a girl,
Especially if there's a guy and I will twirl.
I can't believe I have been put down to this,
God truly in my cornflakes did piss.
You won't believe me that I tried,
Yoiu'll think that to you I lied.
And I haven't I wouldn't I swear,
If I did my heart and skin I would surely tear.
I'd do anything to see your face,
But my plans never workout no matyter what the place.
If these rules were to keep us apart,
Rules were meant to be broken from the start.

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