CRAWLINGS
So now you've got me where you want.
I'm crawling on muddirt-floor.
You kick my face to shatters,
as I reach out for the door.
I lost my heart in your bed.
All the words you never said.
I've made myself a deadly fan.
I've come across a dear, fine man.
Drained my blood, you drank it all.
Made me beg, made me crawl.
Please, oh dear, help me up.
Your games have got to stop.
I lost my heart in your bed.
All the words you never said.
I've made myself a deadly fan.
I've come across a dear, fine man.
Oh, your pretty eyes,
make me lose my way.
Oh, your pretty disguise,
makes me scream mayday.
I lost my heart in your bed.
All the words you never said.
I've made myself a deadly fan.
I've come across a dear, fine man.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 13:14
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