Sep 11, 2005 21:56
There I go--thinking of you again
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you
thank fuckin god im leaving soon
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call my cell phone when you get this.
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