The grey hound

by yOuWiShYoUkNeW   Oct 1, 2006


You said when 13 comes around ill be fine couldn't wait till i went back home to hold it tight i saved some money wasn't scared took the #13 to Sacramento you weren't expecting to see me but how to say i ran away to say i never coming home don't worry you know where I've gone back to were i am loved give me attention i need love you didn't help you forced me this is my good good bye i ll see you in the life this is not a suicide note from hell i am just telling you what u put me through you tore her a part killed her and then spit she layed watch ing and took it in silence now but it all held up she pretended not to care but it built up and blew up in her face do she tried to look for some one to care but now all she looks for is the #13 greyhound to Sacramento

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