One night, three strikes, I'm down and out.
I know it makes me look bad but you really bring it on sometimes.
I can't keep on forgiving, you need to try a different perspective, see why I say what I do.
I hate to phrase it in rhythm, it dilutes the meaning when I should be fucking screaming at you. (But it's just how my hands punch this page)
When I should be screaming at you, I always bite my lip til it bleeds, I grind my teeth.
Being a friend means telling the truth sometimes, but sometimes being a friend means shutting your fucking mouth.
Being a friend means doing the right thing. Last night you should have shut your fucking mouth.
Saturday, 24 May 2008
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