She is with him and,
I am here alone,
about to get kicked out
of my house.
He buys her sketchpads drawn
in love, while I weep
in the flourescent night.
I drink
enough to make you hurt
enough.
I'm young
and no one loves me.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
She is with him and,
I am here alone,
about to get kicked out
of my house.
He buys her sketchpads drawn
in love, while I weep
in the flourescent night.
I drink
enough to make you hurt
enough.
I'm young
and no one loves me.
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