girl i love it whenever you tell me those things
all about your little flings
one more word and i'm going to scream
and the names that you call me all bounce back to him
lord knows i'll never win
he's still obsessed and has always been
keep looking at the ground
eyes keep on facing down
it haunts you til you don't care
so bring it on, hit me everywhere
girl you know that i don't like the stuff that you say
ignoring me every other day
but you know i wouldn't want it any other way
and you know there's nothing left for us now
go back home and dig through your lost and found
i prefer to stay alone anyhow
it's all quiet all around
living inside a ghosttown
where i always expected to be
living here on misery street
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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