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Romance Is Dead

A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression - It hurts to be sober tonight. The mirror reflects such a hideous expression That I promptly turn off the light. Some *****, then casual sex with my hand... Oh damn! This is something I shouldn't have said. Why don't you believe that I need no boyfriend - No problems, no worries, no tears, no regret? Romance is dead, And so am I, I can't forget My perfect lie. I still recall The times we had. Oh well, that's all. Romance is dead. I can't fall asleep, so I get on the net, Where I claim to be an online super-whore, I find guys like you just to make them all fret, My tease makes them want me, but they can't get more Than flirt for some minutes, some sexual tension And then disconnect. Their muse disappears. I've had a good time with these cruel intentions - Enough for today. See you later, my dear. Romance is dead, And so am I, I can't forget My perfect lie. I still recall The times we had. Oh well, that's all. Romance is dead. Romance is dead! You say it is stupid, it doesn't make sense, But you are the first to have buried romance.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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