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you were all because
Contributed by
chrispywho
on
Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 11:58:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
SpecialOccassion
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Here I sit, in a horrible chair all because she said standing was unfair I used to think about her hips now I hide, in sub-par sober trips beside me she flips her pefection and slips a wink, in my direction on the brink is why I sold my soul to Microsoft, to the perpetual cold.
Here I lay, in a tiny bed all because, of what she said I used to think about her nose then I noticed, my pathetic pose behind me she laughs her song and closes the door, on all my wrongs this is how come, I look at my forehead all because of what she said.
Here I crouch, in my hands all because, she said I'm bland I used to think about her smell then my poem, stmbled and fell in front of me she turns and strolls here is my soul, these are it's holes and now i feel, somewhat dead all because of what she said
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