Not gonna lie it's pretty sad
When you forget everything we had
I don't know if you'll ever be found
Which sends me straight to the ground
Don't keep wishing, hell upon me
When all you do is destroy me
It's too late for that
I'm more then just another stat
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you, I mean ****
Our hands, never fit
I shed my anger and rage
Decide to turn a new page
Hopefully our paths never cross
If it comes to words, I'm at a loss
Guys come and go with you
Always knowing what to do
Stick around so the can **** you
Cause well..
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you I meant ****
Explains why our hands never fit
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Just another ******* sloot
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Who doesn't give a hoot
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:40 PM UTC
Not gonna lie it's pretty sad
When you forget everything we had
I don't know if you'll ever be found
Which sends me straight to the ground
Don't keep wishing, hell upon me
When all you do is destroy me
It's too late for that
I'm more then just another stat
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you, I mean ****
Our hands, never fit
I shed my anger and rage
Decide to turn a new page
Hopefully our paths never cross
If it comes to words, I'm at a loss
Guys come and go with you
Always knowing what to do
Stick around so the can **** you
Cause well..
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you I meant ****
Explains why our hands never fit
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Just another ******* sloot
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Who doesn't give a hoot
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
This is about sloots at my school and in my life who have played me like a violin.
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