Sep 04, 2006 21:26
I can't win if I can't play.
I'm just fighting air.
Shadowboxing and losing.
Everytime I see you there
This monster thats grips me
it keeps me awake.
I'm dying here inside.
Filling up with all this hate.
I'm just caught
between a bullet and the beast.
between the fire and the heat.
Between begging for you
or standing on my own two feet.
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aren't we friends
so what's the problem?
you're not gonna wear it
lemme borrow that top
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you fat betch
fuck you with something hard and sand papery
oh thats right i called you fat cause you won't let me borrow that fucking top
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