this isn't friendship; this isn't love. this is just a mess.

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mad, crazy rambling, i don't know what to think, trying to make some sense out of this..

Submitted: November 26, 2007

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i can't breathe, i can't speak, when you come around, i want to scream.

my heart breaks, my soul aches, my world crashes & burns when i see you with her.

i'm not jealous, i'm not jealous; no.

it's easy to laugh at others who fall flat on their face so easily when the other is not me.

you're falling, you're falling; yes. you're falling fast.

but i'm falling faster.

there are certain boundaries friendship can never cross,

and we've shaved the lines down so thin that a little stumble over will not be recognized.

do you realize that it's obvious? to everyone but me.

i don't care, i don't care; never. so tell me, "baby", how will this work-

i'm still laughing, laughing at the both of us, pretending..




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