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Feb 21, 2005 16:42


Spent most of last night
dragging this lake
for the corpses of all my past mistakes
sell me out, the jokes on you
he is salt and you are the wound

Empty another bottle
and let me tear you to pieces
this is me wishing you into the worst situations
i'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go
but you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat

You are immature. I thought you should know, in case someone has failed to inform you of this. Kbye.
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