he clings to me like cellophane
Fake plastic submarine
Slowly driving me insane
But now that's just the bieging
So what if the sex was great
Just a temporary escape
Another thing I grew to hate
But now that's just the bieging
Why you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured him out I know he
May not be Mr Right but he'll do right now
I used to hang on every word
Each lie was more absurd
Kept me so insecure
But now that's over
he taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then he taught me how to cuss ... that b***h!
It's just the beiging
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my peom book
my book of life , surrvial , and love for famly , freinds , and horses
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