It's over
By rainbowgoth
She sits there
Waiting for him
But he's never there
He's never on time
And he never calls
He's always late
He's never there when she needs him
And when he is there
He's too stoned to care
She's sick of it
Sick of competing for his attention
There used to be a time
When she meant everyhting to him
But that's over
They are over
And he doesn't even care
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Copyright 2005 rainbowgoth
Published on Monday, September 5, 2005.
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