all my bones they are gone, gone, gone
take my bones, I don't need none
cold, cold cupboard, Lord, nothing to chew on!
suck all day on a cherry stone

dig a little hole, not three inches round
spit your pit in the hole in the ground
weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
till up grow a fine young cherry tree

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Why doesn't he see? He MUST see, so why doesn't he care? Why doesn't he get it? How many times do I have to prove myself? How many nights do I have to spend crying on the phone begging him to love me, telling him that I am in love with him and will do anything for him, how many times until he gets it? My whole life I've noticed how everyone [ ( Read more... )

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