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Pull the Emergency Stop
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March 2012 Can't believe i can't pick the choice,
Answer me this, why were we Jim Joyced?
Not like the game we played wasn't perfect,
Talk to me girl and keep me in check,
This can't be everything you are,
Hurt me the most by far,
Inch by inch i lost my footing,
Sulking immaturely drowning in pudding,
Just another minute that we can share,
Undo all of this like your hair,
Stop my mind from running the triathlon,
Tell you you're the beauty at you're beauty salon,
Somehow i know that it'll be OK,
Think if you don't, i don't want you anyway,
Or maybe i do so much i always think of you,
Please say you're happy the less i do.
I liked the sensitivity and
I liked the sensitivity and honesty in this one :) cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
thx its hard sometimes to
thx its hard sometimes to read what u wrote n see how much a girl could hurt u, but its good for writing
can you hear me now?