God damn you.
Lying to poor, weak little girls.
Trying to make them your own
and you're such a wretched boy.
Don't LIE TO ME.
Exactly the boy you used to be.
I know you I know you I know this what you're doing.
You're faking, right? You're spinning the bottle, you're throwing the dice.
You don't have to pretend to be nice.
Friendships are blooming and girls stay at home.
With your right suspicions and faults all my own.
I'm sorry I broke >>you<<
But YOU, you're a piece.
I can't stand the thought of you and the things you said.
Lying awake, 3:30 in bed.
YOU TOLD even though you wouldn't. you wouldn't.
Lie to cover your OWN ASS.
Well it's still simply showing,
you're still such a mess,
and he'll know it, he'll know who you're trying to imp[und]ress.
posted by Unknown @ 5:35 PM
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