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My bed’s a mess, no reason to tidy it up, don’t feel like tucking the corners in, losing control and losing respect, once the trust is gone, what good is a relationship, yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets, only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet, who am I to her, just some one to see when she’s not fcking guys, what am I to her, just some place where she can run away and hide, is our time together just meantime, are we just spending time in the meantime, until she finds a richer man, or a more generous guy, after all what more can I offer her, other than these four walls I humbly call home, other than a shoulder for her to cry on, a friend to fill that space in her heart when she feels alone, and I know she’s using me, it’s all way too painfully obvious, but I let her use me because I deserve to be used, I guess this is what karma is, payback, for every woman I ever neglected, since way back, when I was a young punk that didn’t respect sh!t, but I’ve grown up, more than just a little bit, I’ve grown up, just look at all my accomplishments, I’ve got a home in California now, and a beautiful California King bed, but what good is a big bed, if you don’t even take the time to make it, my bed’s a mess, no reason to tidy it up, don’t feel like tucking the corners in, losing control and losing respect, once the trust is gone, what good is a relationship, yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets, only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: www.scribd.com/document/367036005
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Messy Beds
My bed’s a mess, no reason to tidy it up, don’t feel like tucking the corners in, losing control and losing respect, once the trust is gone, what good is a relationship, yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets, only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet, who am I to her, just some one to see when she’s not fcking guys, what am I to her, just some place where she can run away and hide, is our time together just meantime, are we just spending time in the meantime, until she finds a richer man, or a more generous guy, after all what more can I offer her, other than these four walls I humbly call home, other than a shoulder for her to cry on, a friend to fill that space in her heart when she feels alone, and I know she’s using me, it’s all way too painfully obvious, but I let her use me because I deserve to be used, I guess this is what karma is, payback, for every woman I ever neglected, since way back, when I was a young punk that didn’t respect sh!t, but I’ve grown up, more than just a little bit, I’ve grown up, just look at all my accomplishments, I’ve got a home in California now, and a beautiful California King bed, but what good is a big bed, if you don’t even take the time to make it, my bed’s a mess, no reason to tidy it up, don’t feel like tucking the corners in, losing control and losing respect, once the trust is gone, what good is a relationship, yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets, only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: www.scribd.com/document/367036005
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
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