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Saturday, March 5, 2011

The dirty boy in my bed.

You seemed like a scared little boy
Running from the monsters under your bed
I fooled myself saying you're to young for my bed

But I was really missing with my own head
I said to myself I'm just lonely
And you have no where to go.

So I gave you two pills to fight the monster
And a warm place to go
I brought you to my borrowed bed

Only innocent intentions
So lay down your head and rest your weary eyes
While I tell my self some well worn tired lies

How I was mistaken I truly felt something for you
So I buried it among the lost and forsaken
With the others that never grew
How could I be so foolish to think the monsters were only chasing you

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