When will I ever stop asking questions?
Oops now there I go again.
I guess I can just never be sure…
Or maybe I am just a little insecure.
If we all looked alike;
I would have nothing to hide.
Maybe even you would learn;
learn to love me again.
Today its just different,
different from before…
Oh yeah, your going out with that whore.
Her and I, we used to be friends.
She lied and went out with the guy,
the guy I have REAL feelings for!
I think your just faking; faking your love.
Or at least maybe,
That’s what I want.
Well I hope you have fun,
But she doesn’t deserve you,
If you could only see…ME




*ok this poem is about laura andbilly, but its not meant to be mean (the
whore part) a few of my friiends read that including her an they got mad
lol.

 
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