i won't ask you again i won't come to you again i'll think you are crazy for not fucking me you had your chance, now its my turn, don't expect me to know why i walked away silly boy, don't you know? this would have mattered i wouldn't have lay under you like a dead fish and pretended i felt good when our eyes met in the darkness i thought you were primed i find i am wrong the night closes in i won't cry, i won't beg i won't bother feeling dread i turn away and look at my watch the night is still young. for me im going to make you regret choosing him over me...
Reason for writing:
i get this feeling all the time...
Birth sign: Aries
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