Yesterday I cut my hand because of you I cut it because I didn't talk to you I had the chance but you know me I blew it with stupidity You were over there laughing up a storm While I was there in a silent form A form that I oh so hate A hate that ain't so great The form of mine I could Change only if you would Talk to me for a change Just so that my whole thinkin could be Rearranged
Reason for writing:
This is about me cutting my hand over not talking to a girl.
Birth sign: Leo
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