Why

by sammy jo   Nov 19, 2005


Why is it that when I sit up in my room that you all ways seem to come up,
and when I feel you tuch my skin that I feel hurt why is it that when I cut myself I think of you why is it that when I cant find love that you seem to come up in my mind why is it that you are always so mad at her, why

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