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And on every letter she wrote...there were tears of pain...
[L]is for lame-you know b/c you are [O]is for over-over what you did-i'm sick of you [V]is for vulgar-the language that you speak [E]is for non-eternity-the love that never lasts
Im here who cares your gone
In these shoes i doubt you'll survive
I dont wanna be called your babe, or angel i wanna be called yours.