Wednesday, February 22, 2012

You're so fresh to death & sick as cancer


Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before.

I stay up waitin', anticipatin', and pacing' but he was chasing paper,
caught up in the game - that was the last I heard.

Told you I wanted more, but that's not what I had in mind.
Just want it like before.
We were dancin' all night.
Then they took you away, stole you out of my life.


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