Saturday, August 8, 2009


You hurt me. Upset me.
And the last thing I want to do is go to a party.
With you and your stupid friends.
And watch you get stoned. And watch him get wasted.
Why is there a you? Why is there a me?
But nothing in between.
Where is the us?
I can't live this double life you've put me in.
I'd walk through fire to save you.
But then, who'd save me?
-Peace, Chazzie.

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