a mug i maybe, but i can not seem to let go.
i'm being messed about, used like a peice of bloody bog roll
and treated like a right fool
but at the end of the day, i'm still here
same place i've been for months
ready to pick up the peices when everything goes tits up
and the sad thing is
mug or not
i know that i always will be.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
your still my friends, it's impossible to hate you.
Posted by Jessica at 15:22
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