I swear this present is just a curse. I've been downhearted, baby. I've got to find the reason, the reason things went wrong. (Big salty tears runnin down to her chin) It's hard when you're stuck upon a shelf. It's hard to rely on my own good senses; I want something else, to get me through this.
How could I have ever been so blind? It's hard to say what it is I see in you. You can try to hang around; it doesn't matter what I say. I am still living with your ghost. To be searching for that someone; I know, I know, I've been there before. I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem. Lost for you... I'm so lost for you.
I would swallow my pride. I'm not a coward, I've just never been tested.
Turn your head, now baby just spit me out.
Dude, someone in the lab smells like piss.
© beotch at
3:34 p.m.
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