Little Miss Dullest Sunshine

As the nights pasts,
I cry rivers of tears,
just because of you,
I know this is hard,
hard to tell I love you,
telling I love you means everything,
but to you it means nothing.

You called me wasted,
wasted because telling I love you
is useless.

As the days past,
white becomes black,
pink becomes red,
blue becomes dark,
and it's all because of you,
beacause of you,
I can paint the town black,
my anger is getting more and more
each day,
i'll say I love you in the dullest ways,
you don't care and so am I,
just call me little miss dullest sunshine.

by ming katatuka

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