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I walked blindly into that night, Or so I led you to believe. No, I knew what I was doing, and how wrong it was. I just thought It could stay a secret, Just a secret And nothing more. Of course I hoped for more, But how much can one hope for? How much can one hope for with signals so unclear? I set my goals too high And ventured to lows too low. I knew what I was doing, knowing it was wrong; Even knowing how she would feel if she found out-- I knew it was wrong. But that didn't stop me. No, it takes an eighteen-wheeler going eighty, Hitting me right in the face. It isn't until then that I see. It isn't until then that I see I'm a selfish ***** A homewrecker of sorts-- Undeserving of your love. Leave me here, Alone, To bask in my desperation. Though I'd give you my heart in a second, Turn me down, For I am more deserving of pestilence.
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
Homewrecker
I walked blindly into that night, Or so I led you to believe. No, I knew what I was doing, and how wrong it was. I just thought It could stay a secret, Just a secret And nothing more. Of course I hoped for more, But how much can one hope for? How much can one hope for with signals so unclear? I set my goals too high And ventured to lows too low. I knew what I was doing, knowing it was wrong; Even knowing how she would feel if she found out-- I knew it was wrong. But that didn't stop me. No, it takes an eighteen-wheeler going eighty, Hitting me right in the face. It isn't until then that I see. It isn't until then that I see I'm a selfish ***** A homewrecker of sorts-- Undeserving of your love. Leave me here, Alone, To bask in my desperation. Though I'd give you my heart in a second, Turn me down, For I am more deserving of pestilence.
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kiana-gandol
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
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