loosing you is like getting a shot
your words puncture my skin,
and the flow into my blood stream
it didn't take long to get to my heart
thoughts of you linger in my brain
it is like an attack on myself
you concur me
repetitively
but you always seem to leave me
i want you to let me die
but no, you leave me lie here in the dark...
just thinking of you...
when someone has your heart , how do you get it back?
its obviously not one of those things that you just ask politely for
is it?
hes teasing me , like a child
toying with me like a game
why do i keep coming back?
the reality is
i shouldn't be...
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 5:28 AM UTC
loosing you is like getting a shot
your words puncture my skin,
and the flow into my blood stream
it didn't take long to get to my heart
thoughts of you linger in my brain
it is like an attack on myself
you concur me
repetitively
but you always seem to leave me
i want you to let me die
but no, you leave me lie here in the dark...
just thinking of you...
when someone has your heart , how do you get it back?
its obviously not one of those things that you just ask politely for
is it?
hes teasing me , like a child
toying with me like a game
why do i keep coming back?
the reality is
i shouldn't be...
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