March 2, 2009
Loving, Hating all the time
Theres no problems, your in your prime.
Shooting looks with darting eyes
at the man who's always telling lies.
Tell me stories about my life.
It's time to go I've got no time
for foolishness and silly rhymes.
You might've died but you never lived so what's it matter what you did
to deserve this fate of emptyness.
Sweet goodbyes and never weres
hid behind bright blue eyes.

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