Oct 24, 2005 19:35
i woke up cold on her couch this afternoon.
i don't think they understand.
understand me.
or what i need.
i need those girls.
the kind you sneak out with.
the kind that leave you notes on balloons in your room.
the kind that make you laugh when you're crying.
these days i cry alone.
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and come to me again.
you can cry there.
i'll hold your hand, but i can't guarantee no balloons.
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