You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured my world
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write Kind of turn themselves into knives And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction, ‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
And I finally found the nerve to hear your falses, A game of pulses racing over and over again (over and over again) Over and over again. She said, "I won't begin to ask you why you're leaving, Why you did those things you did. Why you said those things you said."
id love to see any of you TRY to bring aleks up in this little facebook thing. by that i mean, if any of you say shit, im going to completely go off. seriously its not good with me. its too soon, and im not over anything. so if you dont value me at all then go ahead, but im telling you now. if anyone says anything, youre done.