story

tell me mama tell me do
who stole my dreams if it weren’t you
who took my hopes and dashed them all
who stood me up against the wall
who pulled the trigger, shot me dead
was it something that I said
oh tell me mama why the tears
what need to gift me all your fears
just deign to watch, I will behave
no need to place me in my grave
I’m sure that we could still be friends
until our tragic story ends

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10 Comments

  1. damommza

     /  September 22, 2013

    Very dark, very tragic and spine tingly good..another story waiting to be written!! *shivers* πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

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  2. abikertoo

     /  September 23, 2013

    Izz neegoesheeaeysz foar seurbybul!!

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    • Unfortunately negotiations only work if both sides are involved, and that doesn’t look to be happening here πŸ˜€

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  3. Ai ugrie wif Damommza! Dark, so very dark…

    Reply
  4. Ahh, is so! πŸ™‚

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