Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Venting blog

Dear song stuck in my head,

I hate your constant nagging

Your ever catchy rhyme

Your lyrics about that boy you dumped

It’s just a waste of time

Your debate over which seat to take

Or the difference between right and wrong

The $20 in your pocket

Or partying all night long

I don’t care if you’re hot or cold

Or whether everybody talks

I don’t want to call you maybe

Or see your gannam style

I frankly want you to go away

And don’t need 50 ways to say goodbye

I’m not going to be whistling baby

And on my instrument I will not cry

I never want you back

And some nights I won’t even remember your name

So just sigh no more 

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