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Blame It on Me

On your own, cold and alone again;------------------


Alicia was foolish to have ever thought that someone like George could love her. He was perfection wrapped in one six foot, two hundred fifty pound package. With his beautiful smile or his ice-blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her soul, she knew he was too good for her. But it didn’t stop her from wishing that he’d come back; wishing that he’d just accept the love he knew she had for him.

-------------can this be what you really wanted, baby?


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I don't own George Ragan. The plot, however, is mine. Don't steal it.
Written for The Lyric of Choice Contest by Euterpe.
Lyrics: On your own, cold and alone again, can this be what you really wanted, baby?
Total Word Count: 3,493 Words
© Dancing Dead., 2012.