People are strange

29.3.10


I'm so sick of you tonight, you never stay awake when I get home. Something wrong with me? Somethings wrong with you? I really wish I knew, wish I knew, wish I knew. When I was young I played a game, that love and hapiness were the same. Now I'm older and I don't play, and I found out the hardest way. I got wasted, he got mad, he called me names then he got him dad, he got crazy and I did too.. wondering what I did to you.

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