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I chased them away all the would-be lovers of mine Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and David's I'm left alone to read by myself but I can't focus on the words re-reading sentences I tear apart mirrors and sit on bathtub floors I wind up with a few more bruises on my legs to count bruises shaped like hearts Weeks go by, It all rolls off the bruises heal up Then I let another amputate my heart and the cycle repeats itself Running in the dark I curse all their words and hope I don't meet some innocent with the same name's Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and Davids I've chocked myself up And dined alone sitting in my black room Making a semblance of peace within stormy moods of gloom I'm not floating but I still have hope
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
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I chased them away all the would-be lovers of mine Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and David's I'm left alone to read by myself but I can't focus on the words re-reading sentences I tear apart mirrors and sit on bathtub floors I wind up with a few more bruises on my legs to count bruises shaped like hearts Weeks go by, It all rolls off the bruises heal up Then I let another amputate my heart and the cycle repeats itself Running in the dark I curse all their words and hope I don't meet some innocent with the same name's Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and Davids I've chocked myself up And dined alone sitting in my black room Making a semblance of peace within stormy moods of gloom I'm not floating but I still have hope
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
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