I wish you knew how often I lie to you. Its sickening really. Only one person really knows. And I know they'd never tell. Bobby Gene might know, if I talk in my sleep because I have dreams that I'm lying to you about it every day. Every time I bring it up.
I wish you knew how much it hurts. I say one thing, and I know you think I mean it but I keep wishing you would read between the lines and figure out the real meaning.
I secretly wish that everyone around me knew, so I wouldn't have to speak in, what seems to me, a different language...
I really truly wish you really truly knew, and that you really truly were the same way too.
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Um. Less happy thoughts and dreams?
(:
This blog is pretty pathetic considering I never update it anymore unless I'm in a mood in which I don't want people that follow my other blog to be likely to read what I post.
Wow. That was a really long sentence.
I bet you went back and looked at again didn't you.
Hundred bucks says you feel like a loser since you did. ;)
Wow. That was a really long sentence.
I bet you went back and looked at again didn't you.
Hundred bucks says you feel like a loser since you did. ;)
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