This time

by May   Jul 24, 2005


Loving you was like waiting to get run over by a bus- i was bound to get hurt.
your handsome brown eyes, to me, now resemble dirt.
i gave you everything that was ever inside of me; never thought you'd lied to me.
the last time she came around, everything came falling down.
this time is the same,
except, this time, i won't keep playing your game.

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