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Jun 28, 2007
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To the one that got away
SITTIN IN A FIRE OF SHAME
DYING TO GO OUT IN THE RAIN
IN HOPES THAT IT MIGHT WAS OF THE TAINT
THAT’S STUCK TO MY FLESH LIKE DRY PAINT
ALL DAY LONG I GO
ANSWERS I DON’T KNOW
FIND ANOTHER SHOW
TO RID MYSELF OF WOE
SITTING IN A FIRE OF SHAME WISHING I WAS OUT IN THE RAIN.
CALL MY NEW GIRL TO LIGHTEN MY MOOD
CAUGHT HER CHEATING WITH SOME OTHER DUDE
I’M LOST AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I GUESS I’LL GO AND HAVE ME A BREW
SITTING IN THE RAIN
FIGHTING WITH THE PAIN
THAT’S PINGING IN MY BRAIN
AND DRIVING ME INSANE
SITTING HERE WITH NOTHING TO DO
THIS WHOLE SONG WAS INSPRIED BY YOU…..
— Vincient Destructo, Jun 28, 2007
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weirdelf
18 years 11 months ago
this whole song was inspired and written for her, not us
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