T-R-Y-I-N-G
Tonight I try to get at her
Pick her brain a bit
but she don't budge
I can't help
but try and try some more
feeling like a whore
trying some more
sometimes I can't
help to take her away
from all of her pain
you know?
Well of course you don't
She goes out to smoke
and I collapse again
I can't tell you why
but you don't begin again
to ask who she is
and they say eww
(I want to kill them lol)
I can make her world
or break it if she wants
but I just want her happiness
and by this time
she's on the other line
so I got to go, you know?
Well of course you don't
She goes out to smoke
and I relax for once
(or collapse again)
Copyright © Ryan Emerald | Year Posted 2011
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