Ventilation #5

August 16, 2011 at 11:57pm
There is nothing to gain
From all this pain
I wasnt properly equiped
For your kind of love
I didnt know what i was in for
So how could i know how to handle it
I am no longer pure an white
like the color of Chinese rice
My heart is no longer clear like ice
No lesson to be learnt
So in the end all i feel is burnt
Like over cooked toast
No more like pork set to roast
I'll never tell the truth
No matter how much you ask
And you'll never see my true face
Whats lies beneath the mask