Sep 10, 2006 18:34
Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you,
When you think you got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who spit on you,
You will be the one screaming out...
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i thought about sumthing the other day
"i piss on my sack"
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