If thats the way you'd say your sorry,
If thats the way I'd here your appology,
You can stuff your words, back down your throat.
I'd rather nothing, than words that smote; my heart.
But there's a problem with this life I lead,
Its a double life that makes me bleed.
hating you is hating me
Its a genetic certaity.
The reason that it hurts so bad,
Is because I love you mad.
24/5/06
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