Sunday, August 31, 2008

not I.

out of her name. when he tells her pay attention.

pretty much points a finger at her.

in front of the ones that might matter.

“;i know i know i keep you wondering but thats why people have private lifes.

its just a tease some of you might understand and some might not.”

he doesnt understand my free spirit.

the constantness of my grind.

the lack of all my time.

he doesnt understand the difference between the three.

he just doesnt.

shit happens and after all is done you cant take it back.

the very same way he sometimes wishes he can take alot things he says to me back.

he cant.

he just cant.


i cant, i cant

be what your looking for.

be who you want me to be.

that aint me.

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