Friday, November 6, 2009

Stupid boy:
Well she was precious, like a flower.
She grew wild, but innocent.
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour.
She was everything beautiful and different.
What made you think you could take a life and just push it around?
I guess you build yourself up so high you had to take her and break her down.
You're down on your knees.
She's never coming back to you.

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