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Known not to you but only to me
The pain he brings strikes in deep
Months of indescribable euphoria
Then it was a different time
I knew not of this paranoia
I knew not you and what you do
Ignorant of your life, how he loved you
But ohhhh he was the perpetrator
And you were just his type
15, blonde, with an open mind
46 was just a number
Before I knew the story
So in love and oh so hory
Wife and kids mean nothing to him
I sit awake at nights thinking
Thinking…thinking of what id do to him
And Canada we had a pact
I had yours but you turned your back
Get with her again I dare ya
Thought about that too
The root of my paranoia
I cant and never will know for sure
The best I can get is her violated word
Robbie Squires
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Thursday, November 26, 2009 |
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