the word gets out and i get mad say i don't care but im really glad that i dont have to sit alone don't have to amend my tone and the reason that you don't care is cause you have no intention of being fair don't judge me, don't tell me lies and have me believing our friendship won't die how can one, word i say ruin our entire day what i've thrown who i've known all the years i think im grown time to give time to feel time to be honest with you for us to get real chances gone nothing here longing for what we used to be still its harder than hell to see what you mean to me go! get away from the circuits now got time to ask "and how?" three years till i get on track time for us to come right back hang around till 5:00 creepazoids coming from their rocks with one feel of a fucking shock time to get real, get off the dock chances gone nothing here longing for what we used to be still its hard as hell to see what you used to mean to me its time, time, time you got real because i didBirth sign: Aries
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