Sickened in the sun,
you dare tell me you love me.
But you held me down and screamed,
you wanted me to die!
Honey you know, you know, I'd never hurt you that way.
I'll make my own way without your senseless,
hate, hate, hate, hate.
So run! run! run!
Hate me,
if it feels good.
And I've found my way out,
and you'll never hurt me again.
Sickened in the sun, you dare tell me you love me. But you held
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Sep 6, 2011 11:24pm
