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by Lindsey Aug 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I want to be that girl You point to and say thats her. I'm sorry. I mean it. I just want Things back how they were. Shirts were off, emotion were on And third base was his goal. He closed the door and locked it. His actions were beyond my control I tell you it was too much drinking And you walked away in disgust I did not mean to sleep with him. Please give me back your trust. I storm to the car And open the door I turn the key and The engine starts to roar. I begin to cry From all the pain And like all the movies, It starts to rain. I step on the gas And try to beat the red light But the other car was coming quick And the squeeze would be tight. Three, four, maybe five Flips and turns in the street Before I die I must tell you I diddidt mean to cheat. I love you forever And I always will I will see you in heaven, my baby. And I hope you love me still.
by Kelsie
That is amazing. it gave me goosebumps.