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by Sophi[e] Apr 4, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I hope and pray that she, isn't her, Because soon my pain will turn to anger. I'm not dumb, i no there's another, Your the typical bloke, a player. And I now can't break free, without thoughts of you and me. What is it you don't like? 'Coz now I can't sleep at night. So I go to drown my sorrows, Get the guys to line up in rows. make me feel better and help me realize, that i was never perfect in your eyes. Double up in pain Make me stop, shout out my name. Make your very last wish 'Coz you've been touched with a devil's kiss. So now you twist my words, Pull those strings, break some cords. Wash my life away thank you, that's all i have to say. A player, your the typical bloke. You kill me, and make me choke So turn around and shut the door, leave me alone, lying on the floor.