Cry Me A Bloody River

I hate the way you talk behind my back
All the scars you caused.
When they bleed, They don't stop.
Than you approach me,
Like nothing ever happened.
You ask me why I hate my life.
and I reply, "it's cuz of you!"...

By stephanie uhhhh
Published: 1/23/2007
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