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I read the sign on the door
OPEN.
OPEN.
OPEN.

I knock and after a pause
I see a girl smelling of roses

She beckons me inside
She offers me shelter

That's when I realise
I have found the answer
finding the answer
He talks about breaking records
He talks about leaving his mark
He talks like a broken record
Instead of breaking records
He is breaking my heart
breaking my heart
💔
You are so weak
Weaker than ****
Fortunately I am strong enough for us both
i am strong enough for us both
I heard her screaming
Pitiful cries of agony
I would have gone to her rescue
Saved her from the abuse
Instead memories filled my mind
Of countless times she made me cry
So I left her there in her despair
I finally had karma on my side
i finally had karma on my side
What's the point of telling stories
If no-one is around to hear them?

What's the point of being alive
If everyone else is dead?
what is the point?
the only problem with being a girl
is men who think there's a problem
with being a girl
the only problem with being a girl
Don't tell me your name
I don't need to know
I got what I wanted
Don't look so devastated

Don't ask me for my name
I'm never going to tell you
This was just a temporary fix
Don't make it more than what it is

Don't tell me your name
I don't want to know
Thank you for the distraction
Now take your things and go
don't tell me your name
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