Friday, September 4, 2009

The root of all...

"My stomach sinks when I think, and I lose all appetite. You managed to bring everything down, whether you're here or you're home, it never stops.You're the reason why I can't quite sleep right. You're every single excuse for why I'll stay in every single night. Everything I called my own, I gave to you in one way or another, you may not have it, but you know you took it. You could of gave it away, because you didn't want to hold it. You could of forgot about rent and had to of sold it. I'm lost, and you're blind, when we're together we're wasting our time. We'll talk later."