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He smiles at me while he sits right behind her
She looks up at him, he stares down like a lover
She doesn’t even know she’s got him
And he already knows he’s got me
I’m so sick of being the girl he calls when he’s sad
But suddenly when he’s okay it’s like I’m trash
I cannot like who I please
Because suddenly he’s on me
And I don’t think that I can do this anymore
Its’ like I’m under the floorboards
He’s the killer, and I’m the victim
But he just won’t finish me off
Its like I’m in love
And he’s breakin me into pieces
I’m so sick of being the girl he calls when he’s sad
But suddenly when he’s okay it’s like I’m trash
I cannot like who I please
Because suddenly he’s on me
And I don’t think that I can do this anymore
Oh wait, I have a phone call
Guess who it is
Yep you’re right its him
And no matter how much I hurt
No matter how much I cry
No matter how much I wish he’d get out of my life
I think I must be a masochist.
Because he just called
And told me about her kiss…..
- by Angry_Writergirl |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/15/2010 |
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- Title: The Involuntary Masochist
- Artist: Angry_Writergirl
- Description: So. I posted this yesterday, in a bit of a rush, and then reading over it today it was like "PSHAWW TYPOS!" And. So. Yeah. I fixed it. I think it speaks for itself.
- Date: 03/15/2010
- Tags: involuntary masochist
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