May 16, 2005 02:04
Never ran away for the sake of scars
Tried not to move, but she was armed
And shots were fired
Now a hole in the head of this wounded liar
Never had a drink that I didn't like
Got a taste of you threw up all night
I got more sick
With every sour second rate kiss
Everything I never would miss
Again
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