I'll Put On Black In Mourning
venting .____.
I'm making a collection of all my past, present, and future rants relating to one specific asshole.
I'll put on black in mourning
and cry myself to sleep,
and I'll be missing you,
my friend of ambiguity.
Grey, black, grey, black,
was always the pattern with you,
and now you want to leave me,
because you just can't cope.
You lost hope.
and hope is the only thing
worth keeping.
So please,
pretty, punky, panda prick,
please don't go
and leave your friends here all alone.
We'd be so lost without you,
you who sought to fuck us over
every chance you got.
Well guess what.
Our friendship was ambiguious,
but if you ever leave me,
I'll put on black in mourning,
and cry myself to sleep.