No More Boy-Toy
By October Death
Stop coming around
Can't you see my eyes are cold
And my smile is fake?
I know what you did.
Is it worth it?
You've lost everything, and we became stronger
Can't you see my laugh is spiked with my hate towards you?
And yet you still linger here.
He's not coming out, darling.
No more play dates.
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Copyright 2005 October Death
Published on Friday, February 4, 2005.
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