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Spite

From the words that I hear
leaning close to the wall
As I burst into the room shouting
I hope you choke on the words
that you spoke
your such a god damn
a god damn liar
you think you can get
it all
every time I get lost in your eyes
I know paradise is burning
nothing else can be right
your so twisted
like a night mare
I am trapped in

I wish I never would have heard you...



Never again will I cross my fingers
I'll just blurt out the truth
every little lie we told each other
comes back to bite us

Just to spite me you just
leave with him
can't you see that
your just like them

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Written January 28th, 2006

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  • Hellsfinest
    October 27, 2006
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    I once again I agree with sheila...
    skool is a game and love is just the cards or checker pieces!

    You might lose a hand (cards)
    or you might lose a piece (checkers)

    and like games; skool is eventually over!

  • Flippydatree
    March 21, 2006
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    aww.. amanda i like this one a lot but dont worry about relationships and ppl its high skool just one big game we play and try to live thorugh