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by felicia N Oct 13, 2008 category : Love, romance / lost love
Sick of being lonely Sick of being blue Somebody could of told me You were just being youAll the lies and hurtful things You always said to me This is the end this is all it can beHate the player not the game Thats What you always said Because of you and your f**ked up game I'm internally in bedNever wake up to the haunting truth That always lurks around Your the one thats gonna be spinning Who finally hits the groundYour nothing but a piece of sh*t Who's gonna f**king die Your gonna shed your tears Because I'm not gonna cryYour a worthless and a waste of space Everyones gonna remember your faceYou f**ked over the wrong girl this time Because your life is nothing but a stupid rhyme