I cant stand another artache,
theres not much of this i fink i can take, when i see u around my knee's go week, then i tumble to the ground, you dnt even notice me, you dnt even care, you wouldnt even notice if i was not there, did u ever fink that we could ov meant be, but im just givin up on you like u give up on me, i cnt believe i fort we was meant 2 be, this is were i draw the lin , im not gona sit ere an let u fink u can stil play with my mind..
sum1 on ere wrote that line soz bout copying it it just it went ryte with that poem
