Wednesday, September 29, 2010

half a song

Do you want to be found out
shut your mouth
Do you wanna hear what they have said
Do you want to be dead?

Do you want to leave your man
and contend
deal with truth and pain and consequence
Do you want to regret?

I'll handle it
keep it secret
if you can bite your tongue
and promise to keep it too
we don't know
what they'll do
when they know what we've been up to

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