You picked him over me
I’m trying to tell myself
You really mean what you’re saying
But the words keep repeaing
You picked him over me
I know, you know you didn’t mean it
But I’m still not breathing
I’m trying to…
I know you meant every word
I know I wasn’t on your mind.
You picked him over me.
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Um...yeah. So...
Dear me, I'm fucking tired. And I just realized how full of shit you really are. =]
I regret the day I met you.
Here's my lullaby: Pray for rain, lose your name and watch all your dreams fall through...hush now, don't you cry...
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Oh.
Ouch.
Maybe everything you think you know, you really have no idea about. The mind has a tendency to fuck with you for no reason. Maybe it's telling you one thing, but the truth is another. That's happened to me before. I'm sure you heard all about it though. Anyway..
This is really good. Even though it hurts.
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Or maybe you're just a cheating whore?
Or maybe that three hours after you saw me you went and fucked my best friend?
That wasnt my mind fucking with me. That was you stabbing me in the back and twisting the fucking knife around. -
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I made a mistake, Christopher.
I'm willing to admit to it and try to right my wrongs.
I hurt you. And I just want to fix it. -
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You cannot right this wrong.
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But I can still try.
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