Monday, February 8, 2010

When i wake up,
i'm willing to take my chances on the hope that i forget,
that you hate him more than you notice,
i wrote this for you, for you,
so, you need him, i could be him,
i could be an accident but im still trying
and thats more than i can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he wont find out what I know;
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

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