Is making me nervous,
Why would anyone,
Want to nose,
That much in m life,
Why is it at any's bother,
Where I do or don't,
Choose to smother,
I wonder what she would say,
If I was lurking the same way,
Yet what makes me more upset,
Is that he might have said,
Things that are untrue,
Cause truth be told,
There is not much I won't forgive,
Except I can not live,
With people who spill out,
My moments of weakness,
When I am so fragile,
As if they must confess,
What my name is about,
I will not tolerate,
That kind of crime,
Being used against this heart of mine.
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| No I don't. That sums up all. No more spree of the moment, No more wondering off. No. |
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