Saturday, March 25, 2006
11:52 PM
Shit, what the hell have I done now.
What mess have I created.
How do I undo it?
How am I suppose to mend it?
Some one give me some answers.
Someone spare me a thought.
I don't want to keep playing this hurtful game,
for God forbids me to.
I'm sorry, again, you.
Even if it were to cost me my pride, even if it were to cost me my name, I'd give it up all for you-- for you mean that much to me.
If only it was practiced both ways..
I saw him kill the Prom Queen;
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