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Sat, Jun. 16th, 2007 | 12:41 am  ⅊ Country girl-PRIMAL SCREAM slavezombie


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I Like You

Something in you caused me to / Take a new tact with you / You were going through something / I had just about scraped through / Why do you think I let you get away / With the things you say to me? / Could it be I like you / It's so shameful of me, I like you ¶ No one I ever knew or have spoken to / Resembles you / This is good or bad, all depending on / My general mood / Why do you think I let you get away / With all the things you say to me? / Could it be I like you / It's so shameful of me, I like you ¶ Magistrates who spend their lives / Hiding their mistakes / They look at you and I, and / Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry ¶ Forces of containment / They shove their fat faces into mine / You and I just smile / Because we're thinking the same lines / Why do you think I let you get away / With all the things you say to me? / Could it be I like you / It's so shameful of me, I like you ¶ You're not right in the head and nor am I / And this why / You're not right in the head and nor am I / And this why / This is why I like you, I like you, I like you / This is why I like you, I like you, I like you / Because you're not right in the head, and nor am I / And this is why, You're not right in the head, and nor am I / And this is why, This is why I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you / This is why I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, This is why I like you, I like you

Do you know what I think? This world is full of liars. I remember, entering junior high, how I would lie to some of the girls I knew about ever having kissed a girl and ever having a girlfriend. I came up with an imaginary name and I got my friends to lie about it for me too. Then, in high school, I lied to my gf too. What did I say? I dunno. Hmmn?

I may have said I wasn't a virgin anymore. Yes, you know what? I think that's exactly what I lied to her about. I see my behavior with her as a lie because I liked her so much and yet, I didn't confide in her. What I mean is, it wasn't out in the open how much I lusted for it. So, of course, neither one of us was able to help one another get through this think called puberty. I admit I was shy about my body. I don't think I ever want to relive puberty again. All I thought about every ten minutes of every day was sex. Sex, sex, sex.

Today a teen was spoken to about the manner in which he was harassing a fellow student. It's always done in jest, he said. By god, when I called him over (as if I was the totally in control and had a vast amount of psychology for these delinquents), he expressed joy. "Yay, I gotta go talk to you now." were roughly his own words. I asked, "What are you doing to that poor boy?" and he replied, or began to say, "No, no. But he was…" but I interrupted. "Do you understand English?? I said. I told him I didn't ask him what started it, or what the other kid had done, I sarcastically said that I asked him a simple question and why was he tell me what the other kid did. I see me in so many of those kids that love to burn all that sugar they must be binging on in school. I had a limited vocabulary. It was always fuck this, fuck that. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. So back to my broken heart. I was never able to consult with my gf about the things that mattered more to me. It would've been nice to talk about living together. About marriage. ABOUT SEX. But I was scared. Scared that I would ruin it for us both by saying "Do you think sex before marriage is foreseeable in the near future?" "No! you horny bastard. Don't call me anymore."

One day, while we were talking on the phone, before she went and got married, she asked me "Why did you cheat on me?" but all I could come up with was that I was childish. Now? Now, I don't think that's the reason. How things change.



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