If you should fall apart tonight,
I won’t come running to your side
I won’t be there when you need me most,
Or be the one to whom you confide
And if your soul should start to taper,
I can’t help you out this time
I won’t be there to hold your hand,
Or give you peace of mind
If you should have your heart ripped out,
I’ll be laughing from afar
I won’t be there to heal the wound,
Or take away the scar
And if your pride should be suddenly crushed,
I can’t put you back on your feet
Because you killed me like you killed yourself,
That night I got in your backseat.















Devious Comments
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- - - Doubting Thomas
The moving finger writes, and having writ, pokes the unmoving eye. Fucking thing's stuck again...
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im not o fucking kay
which is quite ironic, in a way
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all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme.
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