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I wish your past fucks

would get the hell out of my head

taunting whispers of how

good they made you feel

and the way your fingers dug into

their hips hard enough to bruise

giving them the same marks

i have permanently

 

tell me your secret

how did you fuck them

without my voice screaming

through your mind

your conscience picking out your eyes

so you can see the reason

i could never trust you

 

I am not just a fool

I`m a fucken retard

no longer denying the obvious

when I`m a breakdown away from insane

 

you bitch at me for remembering

like i could ever forget

your mistakes

tore my heart apart

but i never quit loving you

when the smoke cleared

i found myself in your arms

but now i`m not so sure

thats where i want to be

 

even when i hear their voices

i remain silent

pulling you closer

you ask why i`m holding you so tight

I`m scared one day you`ll realize

I am not as good as

i act like i am

and you`ll leave me for them

 

i know whores have the allure i lack

and i dont have their experience

but maybe one day you`ll forgive me

for loving only you




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On Friday March 2nd, 2007, Tania (304) writes:
Cant understand why no one has commented here *frowns* anyways.. you are a beautiful lady and i say fuck him and fuck his whores.



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