Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I've come to love your disappearing act

It wasn't your fault,
I wanted to be alone for my destruction.

Didn't want you to see what that would look like.

It wasn't your fault,
It's kind of a sick perversion.

Like watching porn with a head full of drugs.

You told me you couldn't believe,
after all you had done.

Your right, I don't deserve you.

You told me you didn't have it inside you,
to share all that again.

No one would blame you if you never spoke again.

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