Things don't travel far as wide as the news we spread.. Don't call the morning news till we are out of bed. 4 am alarm clock at stake. 4 more hours and we will just bake. I sick and tired of not thinking of you Tired of dellusion and the thoughts that are true.. Hit on the saddle hit on the wheel. phone ringing thoughts appeal Why do I not hang-up that is the surprise.. Its you on the other line telling me those lies.. Why do I pester myself thinking of you While you brag about things you do. Am I a stupid girl with nothing else to do. Than to sit there thinking of you..
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