How much it hurts for you to tell me this.
While I worry about what happened to us,
You worry about that bitch,
While I yearn for your touch,
For your feel,
For a kiss or a hug.
You think about her.
Wrong.
Your a bitch,
I don't want to miss you.
But my emotions take over and BOOM I do.
Now everytime I close my eyes,
I see you.
Now everytime I pass by,
I feel you.
I yearn,
Yearn for you to tell me I love you.
But enough is enough.
I'm done with you,
I'm done with you,
I'm done with you!
Congrats.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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