Intro:singing
talk to me, talk to me,
let it all out,
I'm just another friend,
tell me what you're about,
talk to me

you fuckin theif, taking from my hands what was mine,
I can't even write, you bastard, I was doing just fine,
until you came along that night and got her liquored up,
she never knew how I felt, that hurts me to cough up,
but here I was thinking that she felt strong about it,
thoroughly convincing me that I was wrong to doubt it,
she fucks you, some random, thinking you'll make her happy,
admits the news to me gladly, she might as well slap me,
delirious you are, grinning because she gave you some,
feel my pain, here's a roll of tinfoil, go chew some,

she is my one, I guess I'm lookin for two,
where do I lay the blame? I'm lookin at you,
but it's me, I feel loving hate of myself,
whats left of her in me? I wasted myself

you bandit, robbing my train of thought on horse back,
tax my feelings,take my all and I get no money back,
the words stumble out, I'm leaving the garden of eden,
she was my forbidden fruit,I left the apple half eaten,
love is a dead language, but I'm fluent in latin,
I'll remember how she felt, her skin like satin,
you piece of shit, taking the only one I had left,
I was a pushover, I don't know how I call it theft,
If you don't push me over the edge, I'll jump myself,
she was like drugs, exhilarating but bad for my health
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I wrote this while I was angry, then added the hook and the intro. I'm not exactly pleased with how it looks, kinda like a cleaned out wound, but it's good enough. I'll write the rest when I see her again.
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis