Brandon (oitotheworld) wrote, @ 2004-01-04 21:00:00

Current mood:	angry
Current music:	Last Days Of April // Nothings Found

my hands are at your throat
and i think i hate you
still we say remember when
just like we always do

family is a load of shit
i dont love you
you dont love me
you can keep on pretending...
but your nothing more than a required relationship to me.
sorry i didnt turn out just like you... sorry you expected me to in the first place.

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