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I have to much faith, and even whe im told im being a fool I don’t listen because I have faith in you And so many times you’ve let me down, to the point where im begging you just to come around Just to be my friend, you always said your there I guess this time its different, this time im too much. I blame myself for asking in my best friend to allow me to trust. That ***** on the phone was more important, that test more deserving. Preaching listen to the living before they become the dead Here I am begging you to listen but instead seeing how I was just being taken for granted I curse at myself for letting me get like that, so attached that I need to talk to you when im alone it feels like you don’t care, even though the evidence it stalking up against you “this is when true colours are shown” “you don’t have money this week why do you think hes not around” I still wait, because I have faith Your skin is marked with black ink, your grandfathers said just have some faith and you will understand I don’t think you’ll ever understand what its like to put someone before yourself You keep everyone as a opition and I guess that’s my fault for making you a priority Why would I expect something like that? It might say you’re a man, by the year you where born some man you are treating women as pray Bringing them close and saying sweet words all the while just to satisfy your hunger Then come and preach that we are just not animals but something more, jumping on everything we see is disgusting But I have faith that one day you will see The hurt you cause and one day you might grow up to the man I know your destined to become Everyone speaks and says that you’re the bad one, and that im blind if I cant see that the money is the main reason we share so many memories But I still maintain my faith in you My heart is big and maybe that’s my fault that I wont walk away when something good went wrong But I put my faith in you that you will pull through at the end Then again I was always good at playing pretend
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Faithfully, your fool
I have to much faith, and even whe im told im being a fool I don’t listen because I have faith in you And so many times you’ve let me down, to the point where im begging you just to come around Just to be my friend, you always said your there I guess this time its different, this time im too much. I blame myself for asking in my best friend to allow me to trust. That ***** on the phone was more important, that test more deserving. Preaching listen to the living before they become the dead Here I am begging you to listen but instead seeing how I was just being taken for granted I curse at myself for letting me get like that, so attached that I need to talk to you when im alone it feels like you don’t care, even though the evidence it stalking up against you “this is when true colours are shown” “you don’t have money this week why do you think hes not around” I still wait, because I have faith Your skin is marked with black ink, your grandfathers said just have some faith and you will understand I don’t think you’ll ever understand what its like to put someone before yourself You keep everyone as a opition and I guess that’s my fault for making you a priority Why would I expect something like that? It might say you’re a man, by the year you where born some man you are treating women as pray Bringing them close and saying sweet words all the while just to satisfy your hunger Then come and preach that we are just not animals but something more, jumping on everything we see is disgusting But I have faith that one day you will see The hurt you cause and one day you might grow up to the man I know your destined to become Everyone speaks and says that you’re the bad one, and that im blind if I cant see that the money is the main reason we share so many memories But I still maintain my faith in you My heart is big and maybe that’s my fault that I wont walk away when something good went wrong But I put my faith in you that you will pull through at the end Then again I was always good at playing pretend
bailey-ann
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
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