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quela-vente
quela-vente
Am I even alive Is this skin paper thin Cuts and bruises I'm living in And lust for women I've given in That's what's killed me Chasing you off that cliff to my death I love to hate it helps me love less But less time I had to do it because it was way too late I had already jumped trying to catch you But now how are we going to escape I guess you had a parachute I didn't see that s*** before And neither did you let me know So I went splat.... And ironically You turned into a ghost
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
A Ghost
My heart still beats though it's dead a little bit She only pays attention to me if I play dead for a little bit But when I spring to life She chases who's dead a little bit She can always tell Because he only replies for a little bit I've played that game  before Only replying for a little bit Leaving her with questions.... I hope he likes me a little bit It makes her care a lot But they'll only be together for a little bit Because she pushes when he pulls Leaving him hurt a for little bit So now he's given up Leaving him dead a little bit Will that ever change? I don't know I'm dying. Not dead. Just a little bit.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Dead a little bit