karma's a bitch
There's a hole
where my heart used to be.
I can feel the phantom beat
and long for the coarsing heat
The emptiness is killing me
I knew better than to trust you
but your promises were so sweet.
Thanks for the memeories
and the bitter after taste.
I guess I deserved the last.
After all the times I left you
chasing after me
and all the times i lead you on
Now i guess it's my turn
to be the one waiting up by the phone....
by
emogothjenposted on 05/18/2010
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This has happened to me so many freaking times..
Great job Jennifer(: