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yeah, right. AS IF
Sunday, February 25, 2007
I'm sorrythat i bought you roses
to tell you that i like you
I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were
drunk
I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants
I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was
raised
I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"
I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not an asshole
I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things
I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then
just f**k you
like some random guy.
I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to
talk to,
but never good enough to date
I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when
you threw up,and didn't get mad at you
for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with
another guy
I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am
when your new man hit you and dropped
you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me
when
I need a friend
I'm sorry
If I start not being there, and being
used as a door mat, only to be thrown
to
the side when the new asshole comes
around
I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when
you call, to listen to you cry for
hours, instead of getting a couple
hours
of sleep before work
I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've
been the one all along.
I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like
this
but don't care But most of all
I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore
I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am
I'm sorry
I can ever do anything right, and
nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.
I'm sorry
I caught your bf with another girl and
told you about it, I thought that was
what friends were for...
I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and
actually
meant it.
I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on
Thanksgiving when your bf was
threatening you instead of spending
time
with my family.
I'm Sorry
That i cared
I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talk
about
how you wish you could have done
something different.
Ladies always bitch and bitch to their
friends that there is never any good
guys out there, and they always end up
with assholes who mistreat them. Well
ladies next time you're bitching, maybe
look up to see who you're bitching to,
maybe that special someone is right
there hanging on your every word as
usual, screaming in his head "Why won't
you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually
searching for is right by you.
and he/she is usually fugly. So, life's fair
Don't get so worked up~ Its just me