Feb 22, 2006 20:22
you could see me reaching
so why couldnt you have met me half way
you could see me bleeding
but you could not put pressure on the wound
you only think about yourself
you better bend before i go
on the first train to mexico
you could see me breathing
but you still kept your hand over my mouth
you could feel me seething
but you just turned your nose up in the air
you only think about yourself
you better bend before i go
on the first train to mexico
only i'm leaving for orlando, not mexico. lol.
same difference.
whatever. i'm never coming back.
i guess that's life.
i shouldve seen this all coming.
i dunno what took me so long.