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You have no right
To pull so many hearts on strings
Puppets for your taking
They're not yours to break or mold
I don't care
If you've been hurt before
I don't care
If you've been lacking adore
This shit is disgusting
And I hope you start rotting before you go
These are live, beating, hurting hearts you drive
Closer and closer to a wreck waiting to happen
Secrets, lies, and pathetic avoidance
Rumors are denied facts with you
I hope your scars never callous over
I hope you scream before you realize
You have no lucky clover
Your face may smile
Your smile may twinkle
Your mouth may kiss
And suck
And moan
But simultaneously
Your heart is dead
Your love is forgotten
You'll never find a single sincere person in your presence
Oh, no, not after I get done with you
I'm sick of your bullshit
I'm sick of your lies
I may not be a heart on string
But each and every one of those
I know
And care for
And will let you drive them no more
Because you have no right
You have no sight
You have no distinction that will set you apart
Other than your mouth
That kisses
Sucks
And Moans
And you know it.
Angsty? Because I just found out that one of my friends, let's call him Nick, was going out with, let's call her Jamie. Nothing wrong with that? Of course not. Other than the fact that about a month ago Bob (not really Bob) told me that he was going out with Jamie. Both of these relationships are underground. They've both gotten extremely physical. Both Bob and Nick care a lot about Jamie but Danny (not really Danny), on the same night that Bob told me him and Jamie were going out, told me that Jamie told him that she liked him. Is it just me or is this fucked up? None of these people are supposed to have told me anything, because Jamie pressured them into not telling anyone. No one. At all. I just happen to be stuck between these people. The only good thing is that Danny didn't go for her. Because she didn't want someone who wasn't over someone else. Fuck you, Jamie. I don't care if your childhood's fucked up. No one has the right to do any of this to anyone. No one. And you're getting fucked over. Because, guess what, what you're doing is fucking disgusting and no one, no one deserves to get away with that.
So, flist, what do you think I should do? I'm thinking of tellin Nick, Bob, and Danny about Jamie's promiscuity. Is that word spelled right? Anyway. What do you think?
To pull so many hearts on strings
Puppets for your taking
They're not yours to break or mold
I don't care
If you've been hurt before
I don't care
If you've been lacking adore
This shit is disgusting
And I hope you start rotting before you go
These are live, beating, hurting hearts you drive
Closer and closer to a wreck waiting to happen
Secrets, lies, and pathetic avoidance
Rumors are denied facts with you
I hope your scars never callous over
I hope you scream before you realize
You have no lucky clover
Your face may smile
Your smile may twinkle
Your mouth may kiss
And suck
And moan
But simultaneously
Your heart is dead
Your love is forgotten
You'll never find a single sincere person in your presence
Oh, no, not after I get done with you
I'm sick of your bullshit
I'm sick of your lies
I may not be a heart on string
But each and every one of those
I know
And care for
And will let you drive them no more
Because you have no right
You have no sight
You have no distinction that will set you apart
Other than your mouth
That kisses
Sucks
And Moans
And you know it.
Angsty? Because I just found out that one of my friends, let's call him Nick, was going out with, let's call her Jamie. Nothing wrong with that? Of course not. Other than the fact that about a month ago Bob (not really Bob) told me that he was going out with Jamie. Both of these relationships are underground. They've both gotten extremely physical. Both Bob and Nick care a lot about Jamie but Danny (not really Danny), on the same night that Bob told me him and Jamie were going out, told me that Jamie told him that she liked him. Is it just me or is this fucked up? None of these people are supposed to have told me anything, because Jamie pressured them into not telling anyone. No one. At all. I just happen to be stuck between these people. The only good thing is that Danny didn't go for her. Because she didn't want someone who wasn't over someone else. Fuck you, Jamie. I don't care if your childhood's fucked up. No one has the right to do any of this to anyone. No one. And you're getting fucked over. Because, guess what, what you're doing is fucking disgusting and no one, no one deserves to get away with that.
So, flist, what do you think I should do? I'm thinking of tellin Nick, Bob, and Danny about Jamie's promiscuity. Is that word spelled right? Anyway. What do you think?