18 March, 2009

Same Old, Same Old…

Anonymous

If I didn’t care I’d hate you
Watching you playing the part
I’m getting so sick of that baby
You’re tearing me apart
Tired of the endless we’ll sees
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Bleeding pieces of meat fed to the dogs
The past you wouldn’t just leave it be
You wanted to know every flaw
I took one last hungry look
Saw the twilight in your eyes
Will you come around
When you finally face this?
Vacant lives in spring
Gotten over you
Now you want me
Same old story
Same old thing

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