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Thu 26 Feb, 2004 11:23 pm
You're a sick, sick little man
I know your lies like the back of my hand
Somehow though this one slid through
I forced myself to believe it was true
Although on day it finally came up
You actually slept with that little slut
What were once high morals which i strongly believed
Are now tarnished into the embers I breath
You're a sad, sad little man
Nothings important, just green in the hand
The hand that I hold in slight confusion
That makes me want to believe it's all a delusion
People aren't who they appear to be
Much like everything else in this life you see
You're a strange, strange little man
You want to put a ring upon my hand
As you try, I pull away
Your not the man I knew that day
Crazy though you are
Because you only see me from afar
Wake up, wake up little man
I'm not the woman you should be with
One day you'll wake up and realize,
you made the biggest mistake of your life.