Posted on January 16, 2009 at 4:36pm
Can't you tell...my make up isn't running, but damn were you cunning, just a set of brown eyes from hell.
Fuck those tears you used to bring and the way my stomach flipped...and how my feet always tripped, you were nothin but a fling.
Man, what a trip...but a man ain't what I found.
Boy, you're just a clown...shooting from your hip.
You're nothing but a gamer, spouting off your lies, breaking any dangerous ties...afraid of landing back in the… Continue