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by Stacey de Luna Jul 19, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I thought we were meant to be I thought we had a future But you didn't think the way I did I knew that for sure You slept around with all my friends And I knew I had to leave you I knew you had to go All you wanted to do was screw But the day I tried to leave You pointed a gun at my head You forced yourself onto me And threw me on the bed I tried to fight you off But you were too strong I thought you were weak But I guess I was wrong You held my neck tight Until my final breath I wanted to live my life But I was scared to death!