Friday, January 23, 2009
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"Don't cry to me,
if you loved me,
you would be here with me.
If you want me,
come find me,
make up your mind."
these eyes shed a thousand tear,
but still you doent care.
these wounds you stab,
cuts deep enough to kill me.
how much more bleeding does it takes,
to make you realise than i'm dying here?
how many more pretending must i play,
just to save this relationship.
just to make this relationship grow better.
how long must i wait?
its killing me.
softly.
"what is more important in your life other your selfish needs?"