A sad story- sent in by me., by Ashley Reneë *Raining Tears*
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please take a note that i DID NOT WRITE THIS!!!
He apologizes everyday
But that girl doesn’t know what to say
She still doesn’t know what to believe
And he’s always thinking DAMN what
The FUCK is wrong with me
She cries herself to sleep at night
He just wishes he had played it right
She thinks about all the times they’ve had
He misses the way she used to laugh
She remembers the little things he used to do
He says to her “I still love you”
He was why she held on for so long
She’s why he wrote all those songs
Now she’s slowly letting go…
And he keeps calling her on the phone
Gonna ask her on another date
But that boy was too late
They found a letter in her pocket
When they read it, they shockingly dropped it
He starts to think about the little things
And then he realizes… dang that girl really did love me
Now that girls been gone for weeks…
Tears are rolling down his cheeks
He wonders why he did what he had done
His last words were “where the FUCK is my gun”
Both of those kids are sadly gone
All we know is something went wrong
So if you ever say you can’t fall in love as a teen
You don’t know what love really means
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Posted: 2010-03-19 10:44:51 UTC |
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