I’ll confess this: you’re my tragedy
I laid you to rest just as fast as you turned on me
Gone forever, banished the memories
Displays of pleasure are masked by your misery
Straight out of line
I can’t find a reason why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I don’t need a reason, you don’t need to lie to me
Posted on Sunday, 28 February 2010
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