I took out my pen, pen down sum thoughts
Thought it over wat riddle will do
To make me see,
To make me free wat u could gimme
Guess promises shouldn't be
I hate u so much it hurts
I love u so much it bleeds
I'll take my leave
U take ur love
I'll b ur dream
U be my hope
Tuesday, January 11, 2005 at 10:10 AM in Just Being Sober
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