Posted 21 August 2012 - 01:40 AM
[... upstairs in bed, with my ex boy, he’s in the place, but I can't get joy, thinking of you in the final throws,
this is when my buzzer goes. Run out to meet your chicks and bitter, you say when we're married cause youre not bitter
There'll be none of him no more, I cried for you on the kitchen floor.
I cheated myself. Like I knew I would. I told ya, I was trouble. You know that I'm no good...]
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[... I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be, I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me…you know me
Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you
But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you
Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense
I just don't know you
But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye?
I think I love you...]