Jazzy
Getting the Hang of it
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Post by Jazzy on Nov 24, 2005 10:32:35 GMT -5
Standing with my back to the wall To make sure it's my own fault if I fall Looking at the fake people with their happy charade Watching them walk by in an endless parade Glad I don't have to put up a front Behind my back people call me a cunt Ask me if I care, try to make me cry You're so f.ucking low you'd have to jump three feet to look me in the eye Grow a pair or balls and say it to my face Then watch how fast I put you in your place I'm not a slut and I'm not a whore So don't f.ucking call me that anymore Talk to me when you're over your jealousy It's not my fault you can't be me
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Post by Sam on Dec 3, 2005 23:49:32 GMT -5
Good gawd. Anger and passion, anger and passion. Beautiful anger and passion. You talented beauty. You'll go places....you'd better...
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