And he lied and said he felt something, then he came clean during the break up

Oh, so I'm not good enoguh again?
So, we should sit down and have a long talk, should we?
Tell me, about what?
How you lied and betraied,
how you cruseh and broke?
How you stole my heart just to wach it burn to dust?

We should be friends, and you've done all you could.
You said hello, and I answeard to short.
You tell me how you suffer and hurt by hurting me,
I'm sorry?
I wan't us to be friends so I can hurt and get over it.
So I can be selfdistructive enough for you to feel sorry for me.

Feel something.
More then ever.



Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2007-12-26 at 15:58

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