My Love

February 29, 2012
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My love is bitter, never sweet.
She calls me names when I sweep her off her feet.
She cries when we're alone,
And punches me through the phone,
Oh how I love that girl so.

I'd giver her my life if only she'd let me,
But her insecurities tell her no.
She says that she wants me,
She says that she need me!
Always this way when I try to go.
Yet how fast she turns,
When I say that I'll stay.
Oh how I hate that girl so...

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