Apr 17, 2006 12:13
i won't call u.
u ruin my mood every time.
i won't tell u how i feel.
u don't feel the same.
i won't make u my number 1, 2 or even 3.
i'm sick of being burned.
u'll be like everyone else i know.
blind till it's too late.
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what's up??
everything cool?
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