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Why Try? �������������������� ����������������������� ����������� |
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Complete me, where comes my dependency, why must it be we, instead of my normal independence me. Why is it I feel the need, to have you stand by my cries and plead, to hold to towel on my arm as it starts to bleed, to pack it up and smoke my weed. I hate feeling like I need you. That I need you to come through, when I know that perfectly no one can do, I put these expectations on your views, that is not me, that's not how I work. |
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As time goes by, being with out you makes me cry, |
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I sit here and ask how and why. |
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All I know is that without you I want to die. |
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No pills, or powder give me that sorta high. |
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Why won't you just try? Why try? |
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Caress my body with yours in the summer hot night, then leave me here with these voices to fight, all I was to you was a cheap flight, when sadly to me you were my fucking knight. All I keep doing is constantly fight, fight for the love that has already took flight. All I was to you was a cheap thrill, almost like I was with all my pills... well then send me the bill, and all I want to do is kill, kill for the love that I pray to instill. |
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As time goes by, being with out you makes me cry, |
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I sit here and ask how and why. |
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All I know is that without you I want to die. |
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No pills, or powder give me that sorta high. |
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Why won't you just try? Why try? |
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Reality has hit, as much as I don't want to admit, I must face up to it. You were interested in only my clit... all I have to say is man that is bullshit. So I sit around and throw a fit. My lonely tears begin falling, as it sit and hope you may be calling, as my body is only capable of crawling, just leave me alone, let my cry... let me find another high. This love you will have to pry, from my body as it lies, there click click die! |
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As time goes by, being with out you makes me cry, |
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I sit here and ask how and why. |
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All I know is that without you I want to die. |
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No pills, or powder give me that sorta high. |
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Why won't you just try? Why try? |
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����������������������� ����������������������� ����������� ����������� Copyright 2003, all rights reserved |
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Gabrielle Thompson |
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