All the times

And all the times I've come home drunk,
Or just badly hung over.
And the cat's out of the bag,
I lied, I stole, I were'nt really sober.
All the times I said those things,
The brutal truth, gotta come clean
I had to scream, had to tell, tear of the cover.




Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2008-10-25 at 03:04

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