Tell Me Goodbye
By CindyCB
you make me sick physically ill I, the one who keeps it all inside, let it all out for you my words of desperation and need needy wanting bitch is that what you're thinking? I have no clue I can only assume that your silence is a way of saying leave me the hell alone oh I fucked up big time on this one didn't I? unlocked my soul and let it fly free for you let my walls down which, as you know were built so high and strong your words of wanting the perfect woman who would listen to your tales of woe and distress I was there I listened I am starting to realize it didn't have to be me but i was at the right place right time how much more wrong can that be? it could've been anyone right? maybe this is too much for you to handle you probably couldn't stand to look into my eyes afraid they'd still melt your heart? well they won't they are cold they feel no love or joy or need for you anymore let's see how much of a man you really are ouside the sheets tell me goodbye I won't cry Written November 1st, 1999 © on Jun 09 2001 03:29 PM PST 0 • 1
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"you make me sick..."