22 de setembro de 2007

I don’t know why I got so attached
It’s my responsibility,
You don’t owe nothing to me
But to walk away I have no progressity

I don’t understand
Why do I stress the man?
When there’s so many bigger things at hand
We could a never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawl
Even a bust up one of you,
A suspected force is true
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
Arrh can I play my self again?
Or Should I just be my own best friend?
Not fuck my self in the head with stupid men


He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

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