I must like self abuse because thats what im doing everytime i call you You do nothing, but put me down Make me in an even crummier mood Your little jokes, arent funny, theyre hurtful Yet I always reach for the phone I dial your number and wait for you to answer And I sit there and take it Take all your bullshit Take all your rude comments Take so much crap from you I must like it...
Reason for writing:
I always call my ex, why, i have no idea...
Birth sign: Cancer
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