Sunday, November 8, 2009

My Freak.

My freak,
Oh, how you make me scream,
Make me screech,
Make me belt out like a leech.

My freak,
Oh, how stupid you are,
For trusting me,
With your everything.

My freak,
It's too late now,
I won this round,
There's no backing out.

It's too late now,
I found out,
About you and your secret.

My freak,
It's over, you lost
You played a game
That I can't help but win

It's over, you know it's true
You know you can't outsmart me
Nice try

I found out.

"Maybe he's right, you're not into me anymore..." -Jonah T.

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