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You took your vow Made me yours To have and to hold Through sickness and health ...til death do us part... 'I didn't know what I was signing up for! I didnt know I was marrying a drug addict!!' The vows were lies So I wasn't the perfect wife, mother Sorry was all I really was Life with me was your own personal hell And many times did you retreat to easier territory Toss me out like yesterdays garbage Then you brought me back in I promised to be better But the devil inside  always got me I was scared to death to lose you But the flames of hell begged me to burn Because, you see, theres a few more things you didn't sign up for Someone who pushes people away because they are scared to death of betrayal (Which you showed me many times was a very real thing) A human being who feels unworthy of any form of happiness or joy A self-manipulator One who sometimes questions if they enjoy the pain Often the answer is yes, and then the earth opens and screams And the demons do a little dance as they escape Heading for my life
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
the promises we make but never keep
You took your vow Made me yours To have and to hold Through sickness and health ...til death do us part... 'I didn't know what I was signing up for! I didnt know I was marrying a drug addict!!' The vows were lies So I wasn't the perfect wife, mother Sorry was all I really was Life with me was your own personal hell And many times did you retreat to easier territory Toss me out like yesterdays garbage Then you brought me back in I promised to be better But the devil inside  always got me I was scared to death to lose you But the flames of hell begged me to burn Because, you see, theres a few more things you didn't sign up for Someone who pushes people away because they are scared to death of betrayal (Which you showed me many times was a very real thing) A human being who feels unworthy of any form of happiness or joy A self-manipulator One who sometimes questions if they enjoy the pain Often the answer is yes, and then the earth opens and screams And the demons do a little dance as they escape Heading for my life
brittany-weber
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
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