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The tears in my eyes have not yet to fall Because I remember when I do cry, I don't cry but bawl. Then I structure and build a great wall And grow and grow in reverse, anything but big, oh so small. The hair in my face still glistens as it snows My blinking eyes flicker at the reminder that it's me you chose. The cheeks on my face as red as a rose, But thoughts in my mind, as they quickly slow. Makes me wonder, what are our plans? Will you leave as the tears on my face dance? Would you ever give me a second or third or fourth chance? Will there ever be another incident where we touch hands? Am I overthinking already? I'm so sorry, I'll try and go steady. My thoughts can be so destructive and deadly. But I can promise you that someday I'll be ready.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
It's Not You, It's Me
The tears in my eyes have not yet to fall Because I remember when I do cry, I don't cry but bawl. Then I structure and build a great wall And grow and grow in reverse, anything but big, oh so small. The hair in my face still glistens as it snows My blinking eyes flicker at the reminder that it's me you chose. The cheeks on my face as red as a rose, But thoughts in my mind, as they quickly slow. Makes me wonder, what are our plans? Will you leave as the tears on my face dance? Would you ever give me a second or third or fourth chance? Will there ever be another incident where we touch hands? Am I overthinking already? I'm so sorry, I'll try and go steady. My thoughts can be so destructive and deadly. But I can promise you that someday I'll be ready.
mitus
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
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