8 June 2009
standing on the edge of morning scent of sex and new found glory playing as she's pulling back her hair she drives away she's feeling worthless used again but nothing's different she'd stay the night
My tears run down like razorblades And no, I'm not the one to blame It's you ' or is it me? And all the words we never say Come out and now we're all ashamed And there's no sense in playing games When
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