Poured Out, by Reagan
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When I thought you liked me
I poured out my soul
but to soon find out
I wasn't in your bowl
I was upset because I told you everything
then found out it was all for nothing
I lay on my bed with fears in the night
wondering if you'd tell anyone in sight
I told you all my secrets
I told you about my scare of crickets
would you tell anyone I would think so
when I asked you you denied
said you would never tell anyone of the things I said
so then I continued to pour out my soul
then I knew I was in your bowl |
Posted: 2009-09-18 21:50:48 UTC |
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2009-09-22 01:04:58 | izzy |
this is amazing, i really like your work. |