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By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2001 Aug 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.02.00.49.4554]] |
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Bittersweet I can feel your irreverence for life Coursing through your veins You feel the world owes you something And feel nothing but disdain I've never met someone With such a selective memory Of events both past and present And your actions that affected me I sense the way you work people The way you plunge into their depth You're a salesman, a smooth talker Gaining souls with every single breath But this soul you once captured And at one time I was fooled But I have learned my lesson a thousand times over And realize I'd been schooled Take a chance on me you say You think that you have changed But the bittersweet memory still exists And the facts they still remain |