Thursday, November 5, 2009

Why on earth would you send me this?

You bite through the big wall, the big wall bites back
You just sit there and sulk, sit there and grow old
You are so pretty when you're on your knees
Disaffected, and eager to please

Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change

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