you cast that stone at me, well to be true i think you threw a mountain of rubble at me,
but I'm willing to forgive I'm willing to move on,
every time for every person a rock is thrown it twists and curves and when it hits you its relatively sharp,
then how come people don't get that every time they throw a stone they just give us more ammo,
they live in a glass house we all do but there is is about to be assailed by rocks, because they cast the first stone,
but i shall cast the last.
No comments:
Post a Comment