May 06, 2005 13:24
I'm sick of the lies,
I'm sick of feeling used.
You say you miss me,
You say you love talking to me.
You kiss me and say you love here.
I don't understand you and the things you do.
I don't understand me and why I love you.
I refuse to be a fuck, I don't need that.
So make up your mind don't lie to me tell me the truth.
And if you haven't been lieing, yet just not telling me then tell me what the hell is going on. I'm lost and feel led on.
Hey people going up north this weekend be home sunday. Paul you need to call me Sunday we need to talk. I might get minutes this weekend so try my cell.
989-513-9367
Kasha Ann