I'd yank my teeth before I'd ever bite my tounge.

You can blog everyday all night for a week
it won't find you happiness in which you seek.
Move to Texas, and meet new friends
but deep in your mind it never ends

But these letters get brisker as I keep on writing
I'm sick of your blogs, their not so exciting.
In fact rather boring, I hate to admit
no matter how many I read, I wont give a shit.

I can't even read them, since I'd like to move on
every person I know, updates me with what's wrong
"Oh she's going through this" "and her new pill is this"
I feel like I know every time you go piss.

You wanna call it love, or were we having sex?
but what does it matter, since now I'm your ex.

Have I came back to you yet? are you waiting for the call?
Because you were so sure of it in your blog as I recall.

Speaking of Blogs

"Remember this?"
I read all the texts I wrote you, thanks for sharing.
It showed that I was sweet and that I was caring.

You say I'm a pusher, someone who pushed you around?

If I pushed you to loose it, then lets call it rape.
If I pushed you to love me, there is no escape.

Bitch,
I raised you high in the air
and watched you fall to the ground

If it's best that I'm not in your life, then I'm glad we broke up
lets just say, you in my life was just a hiccup.
It clearly meant nothing, I had no feelings at all
I only held you down to where you couldn't stand tall.

I manipulated, deceived, lied and hurt you deep?

oh wait,

Lets think of the other boys that you couldn't keep.
They had feelings, and I'm sure it was tough
yet you called it off, because you had enough.

I'm not sorry for anything I've done,
I'd do it all over again
and then some.