martes, 29 de diciembre de 2009

well, when you go, don't ever think I'll make you try to stay and maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way. and after all this time that you still owe, you're still the good-for-nothing. I don't know. so take your gloves and get out, better get out while you can. when you go, would you even turn to say "I don't love you like I did yesterday"? sometimes I cry so hard from pleading. so sick and tired of all the needless beating. but baby when they knock you down and out, it's where you oughta stay. and after all the blood that you still owe, another dollar's just another blow. so fix your eyes and get up. better get up while you can. when you go, would you have the guts to say "I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"?.