Monday, May 2, 2011

And You Gonna Find Yourself So All Alone

I told him I can be with him, but I can't be with him as much as he likes me to. He likes me too much, that's the problem. Oh my God.
I am not going for forever, I'll be back someday.
Boy, you got a problem and you ain't fooling no one but yourself. You're like a hot revolver, but you ain't killing no one but yourself.

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