Ex
February 12th 2008 09:03
'Ex'
who is she now; without me!
and how dare she become something
more beautiful and successful
doing so well and laughing in the sun
when all I brought was misery and rain
squandered what could have been
Between the bongs and the long-necked bottles
scrambled green eggs like brains
Hard to leave and harder to cheat
A boy between us like no other
Sold out as a player of women
I hate everything about you
But why. WHY?
Do I love you?
Dances
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