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Socially suicidal I say the wrong things At the wrong times To the wrong people In all the wrong places Face it My face is the last thing You want to see On a day is as beautiful as this Miss me with the ******** I know you miss me And the ******** The scent is foul But its fouler TO have no senses at all Since Youve been gone Ive been alone WIth nothing But a room full of family, friends, Kinfolk, next of kin Bad ******* X's, Potential girlfriends All in the whirlwind Of indecision ....since you've been missing Empty crowds Full of people I love Sure enough But what's love Without you!? Nothing much I'm Nothingmore Too much Is not enough Not a thing Unless Everything Was the one thing I gave you Nonetheless The lesson Is none of this Had to happen It just happens To be called Fate Rather fatal **** Cupid's hit Was supposed to nick Not split Me in half I lost one side of me ANd you Replaced it To make we whole again And now I have this hole again You used to hold me Now you *** me As if I didn't USed to be a **** But "used to" Doesnt do much For this present Feeling of being used Too much **** You used me up Now Im left amongst The bitter ************* That would bite a ************ For they let The taste Of Love Eat them alive again Im amongst the dead No hopes to be revived DOn't want to be alive The pain Isn't worth The ability to feel I gained less Than what Ive attained Since They day I met you I've haven't been Myself ever since! **** I guess The foul smell Isnt worth The Sense...
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Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
Valentine's Day Massacre
Socially suicidal I say the wrong things At the wrong times To the wrong people In all the wrong places Face it My face is the last thing You want to see On a day is as beautiful as this Miss me with the ******** I know you miss me And the ******** The scent is foul But its fouler TO have no senses at all Since Youve been gone Ive been alone WIth nothing But a room full of family, friends, Kinfolk, next of kin Bad ******* X's, Potential girlfriends All in the whirlwind Of indecision ....since you've been missing Empty crowds Full of people I love Sure enough But what's love Without you!? Nothing much I'm Nothingmore Too much Is not enough Not a thing Unless Everything Was the one thing I gave you Nonetheless The lesson Is none of this Had to happen It just happens To be called Fate Rather fatal **** Cupid's hit Was supposed to nick Not split Me in half I lost one side of me ANd you Replaced it To make we whole again And now I have this hole again You used to hold me Now you *** me As if I didn't USed to be a **** But "used to" Doesnt do much For this present Feeling of being used Too much **** You used me up Now Im left amongst The bitter ************* That would bite a ************ For they let The taste Of Love Eat them alive again Im amongst the dead No hopes to be revived DOn't want to be alive The pain Isn't worth The ability to feel I gained less Than what Ive attained Since They day I met you I've haven't been Myself ever since! **** I guess The foul smell Isnt worth The Sense...
joseph-childress
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Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
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