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by Heather Blakley Aug 17, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I look at you when you say we're through, I laughed when you said good-bye, Thinking it wasn't true. Now that I realise what had happened, I just want to slit my wrist. A dime a dozen thats what I was, Nothing more then just a fling. You don't see that I'm a human being. But now you'll see How much you'll miss me. While I'mlying in a puddle of blood