Monday, September 5, 2011

loves a web

we talk, nonstop, for a, whole week, its just you and me. and then, suddenly, it's like I never existed. did i, imagine all of it? thinking, you actually gave a shit, its like, we never even texted. if there was ever a time when you, didn't wanna be mine, why would you, string me along like that? cause you, knew where i stood with this, knew how I felt about your kiss, i dont understand it, but maybe perhaps


it's cause your a jerk, a player, and a flirt, you kill me with your words, you know what they do. to girls like me, too stubborn to believe, that you wouldn't follow through



i like you, more than I'll admit. falling, is painf'lly dangerous, this known, i found you worth the risk, i had my head up in the clouds. you do, what you do, so well. and I looked but couldn't stop before I fell, they tell, me to come down. if there was ever a time when you, didn't wanna be mine, why would you, string me along like that? cause you, knew where i stood with this, knew how I felt about your kiss, i dont understand it, but maybe perhaps


it's cause your a jerk, a player, and a flirt, you kill me with your words, you know what they do. to girls like me, too stubborn to believe, that you wouldn't follow through



it's been, so long since we talked, and I'm shocked, thought it'd be  really hard. but I'm straight, now your just a memory. even though, I'd rather talk this through, things you said, are simply overdue, don't get me wrong I'll always love you. it's just time to do me. if there was ever a time when you, didn't wanna be mine, why would you, string me along like that? cause you, knew where i stood with this, knew how I felt about your kiss, i dont understand it, but maybe perhaps


it's cause your a jerk, a player, and a flirt, you kill me with your words, you know what they do. to girls like me, too stubborn to believe, that you wouldn't follow through



and I sit here thinking this through, sit here, blaming you. maybe it was my fault, loves a web and I got caught. and I sit here thinking this through, sit here, blaming you. maybe it was my fault, loves a web and I got caught. loves a web and I got caught. Loves web and loves a web and loves a web and I got caught

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