Sunday, June 13, 2010

"In a snitch like this You gotta think and I don't think you Think about the way he thinks And I know you live life For yourself But it all comes down to The way you help And I know your life is such a hell You wake up early and you work until The hours blend and your thoughts All haunt your hopes, your dreams Your everything And I have a question: What is love?What is love? Is it giving up?'Cause that's not how you Raised me, yeah."

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