Your Fault
It's all your fault for hiding it
When you knew exactly
What would happen
I hate to think
Of every kiss
Of every touch
I so dearly miss
So now you know
What you've destroyed
I hope you're happy
You and your whore
Copyright © Tyffani Paceley | Year Posted 2007
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