| there's no blood on your hands,
but it's all over your feet.
and every step you take towards me
is a (not so) subtle reminder of
the secrets we keep
from each other, and everyone else.
but there's no blood on your hands
because it's all over me
and every drop you spilled
on my lips and down my neck
left stains too deep for these
tears to wash away.
but there's no blood on your hands
so go ahead, sleep
and rest well knowing that
every second I lay awake I'm
wishing that you would creep
across my room and into bed
with me.
but there's no blood on your hands
because its all over your feet.
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| I hope one will burn me I know you'll desert me This hope can be painful I'll try to be faithful This is the closest I've come to touching you the way I want |
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| i am Paris Hilton's uncle
i love this guy
and this guy too
if anyone tries to mess with them
ill shoot them in the face
these are sean john jeans i have on
do you like my gator shoes
look at this moose over here
you are rick rossing it man
drink this water
you need the energy
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| i have two dollars and
thirteen cents is
that enough no
i dont think that
it is maybe you
should try that
other store down
the street they
seem to accomodate
better to people
with your
budget.
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| have i done this to myself? i don't think so...but still it feels that way. all i know is something has to change, one of us has to go. i wont put up with the insanity any longer.
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