Sick of living for the dead
I shouldn't be with the wrong crowd,just to hope you'll notice.
I shouldn't get into all this trouble,
just so you'll get worried.
It's stupid to fuck up so bad,
just so you could help me back on track.
When I know you'll never even care.
I'm getting tired of the act,
but I don't know what else to do.
I don't know whats right,
cause I've been wrong for too long.
I'm sick of pretending for you,
of making life about someone like you.
Who's emonional dead.
Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2008-01-27 at 17:12
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