I hate it when he makes me feel like shit. He knows exactly how to. And I'd like to think he doesn't mean it. But he does. He is too smart not to.
Then again, I am too smart to let him continue to hurt me. Or to be all that offended anymore.
I suppose my heart will always break at least a little for him. He counts on it. And so do I.
Call it our sick and twisted way of still being together without actually being together.
Persy says...
Oh you poor little baby
Saving all your stupid tears for a moment that will matter
It will never matter
Get over it
You are inching closer to the blade
Try as you might to satisfy the urge
With booze and ciguarettes...
It will never satitate
A slow ache is no substitute
For quick and sharp penetration
Penetrate
Penetrate
Penetrate...
Pretty, pretty please
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