it was her fault.
she is the one that told him the truth and now she knows not to
she crys blood now,
she wants to go back,
back to the way it was
partys all the time
she wanted to drink every night and do what ever she wanted to do,
she also wanted to see that kind face that walked her home again,
she felt safe with the stranger,
she wanted to know who he was/is
she thought that he looked like someone she knew
no he could not be him she watched him die,
she wanted to hug him and cry with him again,
she wanted what she could not have
some one that cared
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my life
i like to talk a bout my life and what is going on
Tell me to love you i will
tell me to hate you i will
tell me to get lost i will
but tell me to be some one else, i wont
tell me to hate you i will
tell me to get lost i will
but tell me to be some one else, i wont