Have you ever thought about trust? Or is this just lust even though you have seen my cuts? You go on day to day While I stay and pray, I try and try And cry and cry. You used to be my dear But now your my fear. As you drive away in your car I relise what a d**k you are So I dry my tears and drink some beers For all the years You called me your dear. So dont think of me Even though im smilling Inside im dieing Because of all your lieing.
By:Cassie
kill_the_dead · Wed Apr 04, 2007 @ 08:05pm · 0 Comments |