| heyy ppls srry i haven't been in latly...very busy...well i got myspace like months ago soo here it is www.myspace.com/uggsbabie add me bithches and hoes OMG I LOVE MY Biffle ARIEL<333 |
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| I try so hard can't seem to get away from misery
man I try so hard
will always be a victim of these streets
it aint my fault cuz I...
tried to get away but trouble follows me
and still I try so hard
hoping one day you'll come and rescue me
but until then, I'll be posted up right here in sleet hail snow
but until then...
I'll be posted up right here with my heat gettin dough
got a myspace soo hit me up on there also www.myspace.com/uggsbabie.com | |
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| It's a good year for a murder
she's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger
there's no tears, cause he's not here
she washes her hands and she fixes the dinner,
but soon they'll be coming to rush her away
and no ones so sure if her crime had a reason
But reasons like seasons
they constantly change,
and the seasons of last year
like reasons have floated away
away with this spilt milk
away with this dirty dish water, away
seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter
"it's me and the moon," she says
"and i've got no trouble with that,
and i am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"
"it's me and the moon," she says i gonna go die wtihout him </3 |
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|  the befores lol- i look fucking mesed up the afters lol  wtf is jillian doiing ???
Wait for the guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,who calls you back when you hang up on him,who will stay awake just to watch you sleep,wait for the guy who wants to show you off to all of his friends even when you're in you're sweats,who holds you're hand in front of his friends,wait for the for the one who is constanly reminding you how much he cares for you even though everyone else can see it. |
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| I sit in the park where I dwell
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
Now he wants to set me free
I see a girl on his lap
He says things to her he never said to me
I ran home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down
And on my dress a note was found:
Dig my grave Dig it deep
Dig my grave From head to feet
And on the top place a dove
And remember this, I died for love |
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