3 December 2007
I have to leave, but you are still sleeping
There’s nothing to say, our time has run out
You took me to bed, that’s what you were seeking
But you don’t even care what I am about
I wanna
You can call me a slut
You can call me a liar
I got so many names now
I can't even deny it
You can call a thief and put up a fight
bury me six feet under the ground
But if you think I look mad
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