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A/N: I write this a long time ago. I found it and just decided to put it up 'cuase FF.Net is FINALLY letting me sign in! Woo!
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I cross my arms an lean against the wall as I watch you laughing with him. Playing around with your damn Mush.
Last week it was me.
You like how you go together without really going together. You like how pretty you both look, laughing and whispering and kissing.
You make me sick, Dutchy, you make me sick.
Guess I wasn't enough for you, eh? Guess I wasn't pretty enough or special enough. I'd say rich enough, too, but hell none of us has got any cash. Guess you ain't that shallow, eh, Dutch?
Pretty damned close, though.
I can't wait till you leave him, too. Hell, maybe you'll even find some high-society boy and finish your prissy image. Rich, Funny, Good-looking- that's all you want.
I loved you, but I guess with my glasses, curly hair and sharp tongue I couldn't hold on to you.
Bad for your image, eh, Dutch?
I don't want you back, though. I don't know how I ever could have loved you.
You're scum.
Pond scum.
Sewage scum.
Hell, I'm pining over sewage scum. Someone take a gun to my head right now.
Someone else do it before I do, then go to hell for that, too.
------ I like the song.not really the story.I might rewrite this later.
A/N: I write this a long time ago. I found it and just decided to put it up 'cuase FF.Net is FINALLY letting me sign in! Woo!
~*~*~*~*~*~
I cross my arms an lean against the wall as I watch you laughing with him. Playing around with your damn Mush.
Last week it was me.
You like how you go together without really going together. You like how pretty you both look, laughing and whispering and kissing.
You make me sick, Dutchy, you make me sick.
Guess I wasn't enough for you, eh? Guess I wasn't pretty enough or special enough. I'd say rich enough, too, but hell none of us has got any cash. Guess you ain't that shallow, eh, Dutch?
Pretty damned close, though.
I can't wait till you leave him, too. Hell, maybe you'll even find some high-society boy and finish your prissy image. Rich, Funny, Good-looking- that's all you want.
I loved you, but I guess with my glasses, curly hair and sharp tongue I couldn't hold on to you.
Bad for your image, eh, Dutch?
I don't want you back, though. I don't know how I ever could have loved you.
You're scum.
Pond scum.
Sewage scum.
Hell, I'm pining over sewage scum. Someone take a gun to my head right now.
Someone else do it before I do, then go to hell for that, too.
------ I like the song.not really the story.I might rewrite this later.
