Creepy, by Your Everlasting
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Everybody calls me a creep or a freak
it is like a permanant name:FREAK!
Am I really creepy all because I've scars
or because I don't like to be in cars?
I don't truly honestly understand
that no matter where I stand
every one there called me creepy
or really really freaky.
Is it because I like the tatse of blood?
Is it because I want to die in the wood?
Is it because I am bisexual?
Is it because all my sises are bisexual?
Is it because I have to many ex's?
Is it that all of my friends are sexist?
Is it because I like yhe feel of a knife in my hand
instead of my toes covered in sand?
Is it because I love the alchol
or the feel of a dark spooky hall?
Is it because I like drugs
more than priceless rugs?
It is because I love you
and they all know it's true!
And for you I don't mind being called freaky
or really really creepy.
By Your Everlasting |
Posted: 2009-06-01 18:36:46 UTC |
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2009-06-02 01:20:48 | Natural_beauty_Ashe |
this is very interesting.it is so good though.idk what to say.it was just simply great.i liked it a lot.:) |