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doesn't matter anymore.
im hiding beneath the floor.
getting away with anything.
these broken strings are thin.
i'm not ready for you yet.
as if i could ever forget.
i'm not ready to be loved.
i'm a b***h not a saint.
and i don't take complaints.
so this will never work.
because you got here first.
there are just some things i cant bring
myself to say.
some things that are meaning
nothing today.
i really want you to know, how alone i always am.
you never seem to understand.
i have no one, no friends.
so when i say i miss you,wish you were here.
i really mean to treasure the moments together dear.
and in the end it's my complaints
and i have nothing left to say.
but i missed you.
once too late.
 Never Ask Dante · Wed May 28, 2008 @ 02:00pm · 0 Comments |
