Second Rate, by Invisible Poet
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I take the bottle, no need for a cup
it will relax me i say
all i can think is bottoms up
i have pissed away yet another day
i spill my guts to you
over that small keyboard
and now i turly feel the fool
i deserve no better than to be scorned
my heart you didnt steal
i threw it across time
i just wanted you to feel
something that is truly mine
you ask me if it is love
and you say you doubt it
i do not want to push or shove
but i dont know what i will get
i laid myself down at your feet
you hold in your hands, they key to my fate
i want to only your expectations to meet
i want you see i am so much more than second rate
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Posted: 2009-11-17 22:25:52 UTC |
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