Dirty Laundry
You feel it
don't lie
You feel it little girl
that hatred inside
Your feel it
don't cry
choking on your own self-pity
You feel it little girl
deep inside
grabbing at you.
You make me sick
You make me want to strangle you
little girl will you ever let go
of those memories...
little girl
they hurt you so bad
don't make me pay
don't make me suffer
I beg you everyday to die little girl
so i can bury you with
those memories,
so my life
can go on.
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©Nicole 1997-1998
Any attempt to replicate the above works shall result in me kicking your ass. Have a pleasant day.
