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I can call you more than a friend,
but I cannot title you "friend"
You aren't my lover,
but that is what I'd like to perceive you as.
You make me cry,
but it isn't intended.
The acids in my stomach lurch for you,
It kills me.
Don't you ******** me over.
Don't you dare ******** things up.
You're making me lose all insanity
You're making me scream and force my hands against my head.
To others,
You are seen as
A b*****d
A worthless freak.
Why don't you hear me?
Do you care what I think?
Open your eyes to me!
Damn you, damn you!
WHY ? !
You make me feel your pain
You make me hate myself
You make me do things above the normality
You make me want you again
- by Clintorus Eastwood |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/26/2009 |
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- Title: You
- Artist: Clintorus Eastwood
- Description: Something I wrote in English class one day. It's not too great.
- Date: 02/26/2009
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