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Why do I still love you? Anytime we hang out you're always gone by the end of the night. You never come home with me always eager to leave, more willing to find your way into someone else's hands, than remain in mine. I can't get enough. You thrive on the chase, your bountiful promises are empty like my pockets, but I'm only a few days away from seeing you again and I will never get enough of you. You help me when you arrive in two weeks time and hurt me when you leave sometimes only staying for a few days. My pockets miss your promises. Your debits are hard to control and your credits constantly leave me seeking more adoration. I buy your lies. I want you to love me in the same way I don't want to love you. I only chase you because it's expected, but I want my soul back. Why do I still love you? I can't get enough and I will never get enough of you. My pockets miss your promises I buy your lies, I want my soul back. A man's worth shouldn't in (lie) you.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
A Man's Worth
Why do I still love you? Anytime we hang out you're always gone by the end of the night. You never come home with me always eager to leave, more willing to find your way into someone else's hands, than remain in mine. I can't get enough. You thrive on the chase, your bountiful promises are empty like my pockets, but I'm only a few days away from seeing you again and I will never get enough of you. You help me when you arrive in two weeks time and hurt me when you leave sometimes only staying for a few days. My pockets miss your promises. Your debits are hard to control and your credits constantly leave me seeking more adoration. I buy your lies. I want you to love me in the same way I don't want to love you. I only chase you because it's expected, but I want my soul back. Why do I still love you? I can't get enough and I will never get enough of you. My pockets miss your promises I buy your lies, I want my soul back. A man's worth shouldn't in (lie) you.
bryan-grissom
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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