or sign in with e-mail
by Sheri Jan 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I stare at your crooked face You tell me Im out of place That Im always stepping out of line I hear you chuckle Unclip your buckle I know now that youre having a good time You finally leave Which I'm happy too see I pray that you never come back If you do I know this is true I'll get some more violent slaps I would never ask what I would do to make you as angry as a bear But sometimes I wonder how much you love me If you ever have cared