(no subject)
She said...
"don't let it go to your head, boys like you are a dime a
dozen.
(You hear that....a dime a dozen.)
You're a touch over rated.
You're a lush.
.....And I hate it.
and these grass stains on my knees.....
..they don't mean a thing."
All I need to know is that I'm something that you're missing.
It's pathetic.
You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
It's pathetic.
Maybe I should hate you for this.
I never really did ever quite get that far.
(Get what?)
but the truth is I would never lie to you,
unless I
had to (thats is...)
I'll do what I got to.
If you only knew half as much as you pretend
to..
...you're a liar. and I'm just bad news...
A wishful thinker with the worst intentions,
and this will be the last chance you'll get to drop my name.