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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Emergency room

Emergency room
Got a broken heart
You left me messages
Trying to apologize
Kisses don't lie
But now I know
This is the last time
Forget it baby,
It's not happening
You messed with my head
You wanted her and
Then you got played
First it was me,
And then it was you
Heading for the emergency room
Got a broken heart
Left destroyed and all alone
It's bye, bye baby
Emergency room's calling,
You've got a broken heart

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