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Fauxreal Junior Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 38 |
He says he loves you But he strikes you Curses at and fights you Lies and cheats and steals What is worse- There's no remorse He feels. While these crimes Are stackin up He keeps right on Actin up. Thinkin that you'll Never tire Not caring if your Patience will ever expire. Or how many times Your heart will break When he's two or three days late... For dinner. What can she do that I can't? What does she have that I don't ? How can she love you Like I do ? Where will she go That I won't? He says All you do is rant And rave About all of the things You crave Like that he flies Into a rage... And blacks your eye- Somehow you feel that He likes to see you cry. Then he gets down on his knees And starts beggin Baby please I love you There's no one else for me... But to hear her tell it - It's a different story. Don't go cryin To your girlfriends They're not gonna help- This is somethin you gotta Do all by yourself. Make your mind up Don't take it no more Pack all your stuff And just walk out that door. |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
If you need help packing, I'd help....Heart hugsssss.......find that peace you are searching for.....and keep telling yourself you are worthy of so much more then "he" offers.... Lauren~ Take me where the tides start |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I did it too |
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Fauxreal Junior Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 38 |
oh no - it's not me - one of my friends - my man is a man- but he's still good to me  |
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