Jun 21, 2005 15:51
I dont have any feelings left to feel
Do what you will with me go for the kill
I'll just work this job to support you
You can just leach off me like you always do
Pour me a bowl of tricks and lies
A glass of bleach to wash down the pride
Will i get heart burn or heartache
The love I felt was the love you faked
I hate you all...
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You big dummie face Don't be sad.
I love you!
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