Wednesday, August 16, 2006

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me
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It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
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you promised me that i wouldnt turn out like the previous guy
you promised....


this icy grip in my chest
this dull headache
happening a little too often

leaving skool cheakie at 12:18 AM [comment]

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