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See, I don't like to call him ex I like to call him y As in why the **** did you leave me? And I know I sound so weak admitting That you took a part of me when you left A laugh A buz buz of a honey bee A bitten lip A moan A delighted gasp All stolen away in your little black bag of secrets I want it all back Return that **** dude. It wasn't yours to take And also Some truth... You were really never mine to keep You don't belong to anyone (Though you do claim you are a spawn of Satan) But I thought you were an angel A dark, mysterious, mischievous little angel Who ****** me over And y'know ****** me over* And also causes me to get into a fetal position Whenever My Heart Will Go On plays on my shuffle Love is when I loved you Did you ever love me? Or nah? You told me you did Did *DID "I'll always love you." "It's not you, it's me." Reasons or excuses Or psychological disturbances Or maybe I was just too ******* in love with you Either way, I still wonder And when you breeze into a room I want to hate you Because I'm so tired of the tears collecting At the rim of my tired dark eyes You little ****
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
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See, I don't like to call him ex I like to call him y As in why the **** did you leave me? And I know I sound so weak admitting That you took a part of me when you left A laugh A buz buz of a honey bee A bitten lip A moan A delighted gasp All stolen away in your little black bag of secrets I want it all back Return that **** dude. It wasn't yours to take And also Some truth... You were really never mine to keep You don't belong to anyone (Though you do claim you are a spawn of Satan) But I thought you were an angel A dark, mysterious, mischievous little angel Who ****** me over And y'know ****** me over* And also causes me to get into a fetal position Whenever My Heart Will Go On plays on my shuffle Love is when I loved you Did you ever love me? Or nah? You told me you did Did *DID "I'll always love you." "It's not you, it's me." Reasons or excuses Or psychological disturbances Or maybe I was just too ******* in love with you Either way, I still wonder And when you breeze into a room I want to hate you Because I'm so tired of the tears collecting At the rim of my tired dark eyes You little ****
Ex boyfriend thoughts.
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
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