- Sep 12, 2001
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It's 11:49 at night, i can't fucking sleep, and my guts are in a total knot.
I can already feel the hurt that i am soon to recieve. People use me and throw me away when they've taken all they can out of me. When i rebuild everything around me, someone else comes along and does the same thing... I'm a nice guy, i cook, look after myself, i'm smart... i don't know what the hell i have ever done to deserve people hurting me
Things were made so clear last week, things were explained and talked about, and then tonight I get told "...I can't remember a thing about last week". I felt so good, this whole week, i've been happy, and smiling, i thought things were going to be so good. Having someone open up and pour out all these things that just totally make you love them, and then having them say "I was drunk, and i can't remember any of it"
MAN does that hurt so much. It bites, it really fucking bites. I don't want to feel like this anymore, things this time were supposed to be different, not like before... they were supposed to be fucking different, and i can't take it anymore.
If you wanna fucking flame me for being a pussy, that's fine, i don't care. You can fucking BITE me you little shits. If you've got some way for me to stop hurting, fucking tell me, because i've just had enough
I can already feel the hurt that i am soon to recieve. People use me and throw me away when they've taken all they can out of me. When i rebuild everything around me, someone else comes along and does the same thing... I'm a nice guy, i cook, look after myself, i'm smart... i don't know what the hell i have ever done to deserve people hurting me
Things were made so clear last week, things were explained and talked about, and then tonight I get told "...I can't remember a thing about last week". I felt so good, this whole week, i've been happy, and smiling, i thought things were going to be so good. Having someone open up and pour out all these things that just totally make you love them, and then having them say "I was drunk, and i can't remember any of it"
MAN does that hurt so much. It bites, it really fucking bites. I don't want to feel like this anymore, things this time were supposed to be different, not like before... they were supposed to be fucking different, and i can't take it anymore.
If you wanna fucking flame me for being a pussy, that's fine, i don't care. You can fucking BITE me you little shits. If you've got some way for me to stop hurting, fucking tell me, because i've just had enough