The thought of you makes my stomach curdle,
How you used, broke, and left me.
And made me feel it was my fault.
The Thought of you changes my world,
Til I’m beaten and defeated,
Not worth a grain of salt.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
The thought of you makes my stomach curdle,
How you used, broke, and left me.
And made me feel it was my fault.
The Thought of you changes my world,
Til I’m beaten and defeated,
Not worth a grain of salt.
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