Paranoia
By ostrich
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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He sits there on that swivel chair
Looking at his pictures there
He leans across to his pc
It's someone else he mails not me
He texts upon his mobile phone
Replies come in on silent tone
His thoughts of love, of sex, of lust
Only serve to fuel mistrust
As I know he does not love me dear
I wipe away a silent tear
His friends are all female you see
I wish that there was only me
He calls them from Pete's telephone
While I sit and wait for him at home
So he's sat upon his swivel chair
I'm up here and he's down there
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