you want me to go home with you i can't you need money for your habit i won't you want to go out with chico and raul i don't and all i ask is for you to be honest and curl up with me you won't i sigh in frustration because you just wont quit hurting me intentionally i wan't a life! you shout and i want one too, i shout back but yours is crazy and mine was just fucked up its a surprise i haven't killed myself a big one to me any way and youll find out any day if you have gotten your own way yes, let's take pictures of ourselves in happier days us at six flags, us at coney island us giggling at the staff pukes just a-filing we laughed that day ou last day of fun and i did find out the hard way now we sit here gazing at each other in combat neither one bending finally you relent can't we go out with the boys tonight but i just roll my eyes and say what has become my mantra i can't...Birth sign: Aries
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