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Dec 2011
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 *******
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.
Bret Desrochers
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Bret Desrochers
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