The used

A Poem by Alexxander Cross

The Used

I’m just over it

There’s nothing left to fight for

There’s was never anything to fight for.

What’s the point?

Do you get off on using me?

How do you get your kicks?

Do you see me in pain?

Why can’t you?

Does it make you happy?

To knew that I let my heart open to you.

Let you rip it in to pieces?

Let you raze it down?

Why?

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i messeded up! i go fix hahahahhaha

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Added on March 11, 2008

Okay, i don't know if I'm back for buisness quite yet. I'm just doing erratic side jobs...I guess. Don't expect for much. Some new videos... more..

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