It Ain't Like I'm Hurting At All | |
August 12, 2004 //_ 1:36 AM | |
You make me feel sick to my stomach. I want to stab myself from the inside and cut you out. There's silences but I'm trying, OH - how I'm trying but nothing works. And you don't know what to say. How is that? I'm making this more exaggerated than how it really is and it's not helping. From this point on, you can chase yourself, cause I'm tired of running after something that never took off from the begining. "I should leave you alone. Would you mind if I just .. stopped. It all? So. | xxxx |
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