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Love you...

I still love you though you're dead

I cannot help that I ripped off your head.

I watched it bounce, I watched it roll.

Just watching it, gave me a pole.

 

I tried to catch it, but it got away.

who knew that even a dead girl, wouldn't stay.

So here I sit, I start to sob

I feel so sad, so I join the mob.

 

Even in death, she gave good head

it's such a shame that she's dead.

I never wanted it to be this way

But what the hell? It's still okay.

 

I bounce her head upon the ground

I laugh and play, I run around.

I love my soccer, but I have no ball.

This is what happens, when you fail to call.

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Feb 2, 2012
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