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Last time I was here I was waiting For the perfect storm to come I saw it from the cafe And under lightning, I had to run As the porcelain lay broken Under the feet of weary eyes Last time I was here I was waiting For somebody to make me cry Last time I was here I was burning Under strangely colored lights If only I did some learning From all the previous wasted nights And as I tried to forget the voices That never seem to go away Last time I was here I was burning But I tell everyone I'm okay Last time I was here I was broken Like I've never been before I can still smell the smoke and, I can still hear the door But as I still remember All the things from before Last time I was here I was broken I'm not broken anymore
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Not Anymore:
Last time I was here I was waiting For the perfect storm to come I saw it from the cafe And under lightning, I had to run As the porcelain lay broken Under the feet of weary eyes Last time I was here I was waiting For somebody to make me cry Last time I was here I was burning Under strangely colored lights If only I did some learning From all the previous wasted nights And as I tried to forget the voices That never seem to go away Last time I was here I was burning But I tell everyone I'm okay Last time I was here I was broken Like I've never been before I can still smell the smoke and, I can still hear the door But as I still remember All the things from before Last time I was here I was broken I'm not broken anymore
#broken#regret#pain#not#anymore
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
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