Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Doesn't it really get to you, how little ol' me gets on your nerves? How my name is stuck in your pretty little head? How you so desperately want to scream at me? I can tell when you look at me. I can feel it when you speak to me. I know the friction between us is raging. You think I'm the biggest bitch to walk the earth, news flash, this is your mistake. You know me, you know how capable I am of making you regret. You're perfectly aware of my wonderful talent of making you think twice about the way you're holding yourself, you know, I am not afraid to look you right in the eye and say, hit me. 

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