Sunday, November 6, 2011

glast.

Truth is I made you up, pretended you were worthy.
I may have been in love, but you were far from perfect.
I know better than to believe, what careless sheep declare.
But you never wanted me, and I never wanted to care.
I told u we were nothing, you insisted you were serious.
but I KNEW you'd end up running, but I still let you be mysterious.
I know u couldn't care less, and I'm pretending that's fine.
but my heart's a fucking mess, and its sick of being left behind.
I never want to see a dick, again in my whole life.
I know I don't need u to give a shit, but fuck it would be nice.

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