Treasure Island

Teasia Ruffin


REVENGE


I really hope its revenge
I would die if it was how you felt
Revenge hurts like a bitch
I never thought I could hurt like this
Its so deep and so real
I can really feel the pain in my heart
It hurts so much I literally cant sleep
I know ill dream about what you did
When I wait up morning seems so far away
Iv never had someone who wanted revenge on me before
Now that iv had it I never wanna go through it again
Just please chose another revenge next time
Please because I may break
You may not be able to put the pieces back together
Or worst you may not find them

Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2012

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I love my girl but REVENGE is a bitch

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