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I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.
You're addicted to these Cliché quotes that say all the things your thinking.
Beautiful Scars on critical veins.
You said I was your dream girl, but I guess you decided to wake up.
Is there a right way for being strong? It feels like I'm doing things all wrong.
She plays her skin like a violin.
Aimed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show.
Passion is bled with no words said.
For this song is just instrumental.
And when the girl falls down without a sound,
She can't make it to the recital.
Oh please don't cry, you *liar.
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