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Story Of A Bitch

I know over time we all change, some for better and some for worse.
Here’s my story of a bitch…

Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings
Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings

Look at all those fake friends coming to your rescue
All trying to act tough and hide behind there devices
You continue to run your mouth
While you are still living in my house

I wish one of your friends would get in my face
I wouldn’t bat an eye at putting them in there place.
Those fake ass friends they are coming to your side saying that they’ll be better
But I already know, neither one of them could hold a candle to me.

Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings
Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings

I still can’t believe how fucking ungrateful you are
In a panic after the accident you called me, then you later retracted it
Those words are forever seared in my brain
Everytime I look at you I see your bullshit circling the drain

Your trying to live a double life, when you can’t manage to live one.
You had your chance at a decent life, till you started to act funny.
I grew suspicious so I started to watch you more closely
Knowing that something was up, I pushed eject and got myself away from that.

Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings
Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings

Since then I’ve scratched my head about you
Your parents are another story, you continue to talk shit about me to your Mom.
But clearly your parents don’t think much of you since your still living here
They would rather go on vacation then give you funding to move out.

That tells me that there’s something wrong with your parents in general
I wish for once, when you want to talk shit you would say it to my face.
After all I’ve been there for you, this is how you pay me back
Quit thinking my kindness is weakness

Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings
Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings

Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings
Here’s my story of a bitch that I was with for twelve years
I’m tired of all her bullshit so fuck her and her feelings

Kennie

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Posted in Poetry

I Can’t Keep Fighting..

I can’t keep fighting to get myself to sleep at night.
As the moon rises and the hours tick by I lay tossing and turning
Tried relaxing to a movie, it doesn’t work
Tried netflix and chill, same result
Tossed some music on my ipod and the brain gets going at a rapid pace

I can’t keep fighting to get myself to sleep at night.
As the moon rises and the hours tick by I lay tossing and turning
I’m tired of this fighting to the early hours of the morning
The clock usually reads around 5pm by the time my eyes finally shut

I get so frustrated I get myself out of bed in hope of emptying my mind
Putting my thoughts down on the screen
Clicking publish for all to read
As of late it doesn’t help me make sense of anything going on in my life
I’ve sat here scared during the day, trying to make sense of my mind

I’ve sat here wide awake at night, trying to figure out why
Nothing seems to work.
I’ve even tried to do different things during the day in order to help myself out
Sat outside breathe the fresh air, in hopes of my mind getting relaxed
It doesn’t really help, I’ve often been told to do that at night.

Just not a big fan of those bugs that fly about.
I know I would just be sitting near a light, otherwise I might be locked out
At times I use the night time to talk to a friend to help my mind relax
As of late I feel like I’ve been more abandoned than anything
Left alone in the dark alleyway of life while everyone ignores me.

I can’t keep fighting to get myself to sleep at night.
As the moon rises and the hours tick by I lay tossing and turning

Kennie

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So Close To Happiness

I’m so close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness

Everytime I spend time with her, I feel like a video game character
My happiness meter always overflows.
All we do for the most part is talk and be close to each other
I’ve never felt that way when I talked to anyone before

She’s the only one who makes me feel that way
Such a sweetheart that she is, she curls up in my lap like a little kitten
The closeness is what we embrace, at times just hearing her voice
Makes all the difference in my day.

I’m so close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness

Such an affectionate little creature she is.
When she looks at me I see her brighten up with a big smile
Remember that one day when I surprised her at work.
Short chat, hug and kiss and on my way

Later that evening we texted and she told me it made her day
A smile definitely grew upon my face
Never thought I would have that affect on anyone I met
Clearly she is different in more ways than I can count

She continues to do little things to make me smile
I try to do the same
Hopefully I have the same affect on her.
Can see it in her eyes that she’s completely smitten

Love seeing that look in her eyes
Makes me feel like I’m doing something right
No wonder I feel like I always want to be with her
She just makes me feel like

I’m so close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness
So close to happiness

Kennie

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Be Like That

I don’t care anymore, you can be like that.
Keep acting one way but behind closed doors your a different way.
Telling me your easy going but your not going easy.
It started with a simple question that showed your true colours.

After things were said and done you complained.
I chuckled to myself about it, thinking it means nothing.
By the time I come back downstairs your in bed light still on ipod going.
Chuckled to myself again, didn’t think much of it.

But clearly this is how you want to be, it was a puzzle, I solved it.
No matter what I always took other peoples thoughts into account for movies.
I know I get plenty of time to watch movies on my own so it’s fine.
Clearly it’s puppy dogs and that’s it for you from now on.

I don’t care anymore, you can be like that.
Keep acting one way but behind closed doors your a different way.
Telling me your easy going but your not going easy.
It started with a simple question that showed your true colours.

Keep complaining that your spending too much money recently.
Yeah I know what your dropping it on, even though you don’t think I do.
It’s funny to watch your reactions to things.
I knew something was up all this time.

I guess I didn’t want to see it at first.
Now I wonder how I didn’t.

I don’t care anymore, you can be like that.
Keep acting one way but behind closed doors your a different way.
Telling me your easy going but your not going easy.
It started with a simple question that showed your true colours.

Kennie

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Take Me Into The Light

Would someone take me into the light.
There’s too much darkness in here.
Let me try to understand what it’s all about.

Feeling like there’s nothing left for me.
Wondering what the future is going to hold.
Wanting to shut my brain off at night.

Would someone take me into the light.
There’s too much darkness in here.
Let me try to understand what it’s all about.

I know that I’m just going to be left here.
Sitting alone while the world moves on.
Wonder if anyone will take me into the light.

Would someone take me into the light.
There’s too much darkness in here.
Let me try to understand what it’s all about.

Kennie

Posted in Poetry

Shy

I sit and look at the tv.

No friends, nothing to do.

But yet lots of thoughts going through my mind.

Not sure if I will get over it

Not sure if I want to.

Born to be shy

Easier not to talk about it.

Easier to understand.

Shy is my life.

My life is being shy

Kennie

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I Sit

Here I sit in complete darkness, only the glow of the tv.

Maybe things will change, but I doubt it.

Tomorrow will be no different.

Next day will be the same.

I sit in the dark

Lonely and shy.

Wondering why

Nothing seems to change.

I’m nothing special.

People say otherwise but I don’t see it.

I sit in the dark

Lonely and shy

Wondering why.

Kennie