

so i've hit the pavement. i thought there was something, that maybe possibly, you'd care.
don't forget that i'm still here. i see you everyday, and all you can do, all you will do, is avoid me.
what's the good in that? no matter where you go, i'm still there, even if i don't want to.
go ahead and keep playing your stupid game. i'm over it, but that doesn't mean i'm over you.
how about you act like the friend you should be? maybe i like you, so what?
get over it, and treat me with some


You take me to heaven, And drag me through hell, You kiss me with passion, But lies you tell, You make me smile, Then make me cry, Your my reason for living, But you cause me to die, For once could you hold me, And protect me from harm, Instead of killing me slowly, With your deadly charm.
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